Monthly Archives: July 2008

July 30th, 2008
Love, Indeed

  And now these three remain: faith, hope, and love But the greatest of these is love. Why? Faith Faith, in Jesus Christ, brought me to a saving knowledge of Him. I understand what He did for me on the cross. He died for me. I should have been up there on the cross. No evil will go unrewarded. I escaped an eternity in damnation because He took my place. My sins covered, forever, by His payment, on my behalf. What could be greater? Hope I now live through this life with hope. I know there are volumes beyond what …

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July 30th, 2008
My House

I was thinking about writers one day and their similarity to architecture. Some writers are like the cut-away houses, where they open every room to inspection. Their words reflect much of themselves, their lives, their hopes, their pain. Some writers are like imposing Gothic cathedrals where a reverent approach is di rigour. Their lithic prose invites those esoteric and arcane. They want an audience, but only to look down upon from Mount Olympus. Some writers a like a Hollywood set of a western town. The façades invite, but there’s nothing inside on which to rest. I’d like to think of …

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July 23rd, 2008
Keep Your Distance

I know many perfect people. Lovely, engaging, talented, smart. I can look upon any one of them and think  Why not me? That single question, and apparently the love of money, is the root of evil. It breeds envy. I look at others, across the aisles at church, and wonder what I’m doing wrong. I barely remembered to comb my hair, and that one, over there, she’s cleaned, pressed, and singing sweet in to God’s own ear. At least that’s what I see. Then there’s the one next to her. I can be praying one minute and wondering did-she-look-in-the-mirror-before-leaving-the-house …

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July 23rd, 2008
Love on Paper

I have every electronic record-keeping device known to the general public. I have a PDA, a Blackberry (that’s a phone with another PDA), several laptops, electronic voice recorder, but nothing compares to the power of paper. Of all the gods in ancient Egypt, I think they overlooked this one. I love the neatness and military corners of a fresh, crisp pad. I love the cool smooth surface that begs for the wet of your ink. I love the way the pages scrape across my thumb when I flip from the first sheet to the very last. The touch of paper …

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