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Missional Theology – Not Just An Adjective: A Conversation with John Franke
One of my friends once pointed out that any time -al is added to describe a theological perspective the emphasis is on the adjective more than on talk about...
What Is Assumed
Pastoral Prayer: Lord God, we have a saying, we human beings, “Never assume for when you do you make . . .”, well that is not really appropriate for...
The Voice Creates, Breaks and Tears Apart
Pastoral Prayer: O Lord our God, Presidents, Congressional Delegates and all forms of human rule come and go. We ourselves live and die. But You are forever. Your Kingdom...
I Can Say What I Want!
We don’t have ears to hear— that’s what Jesus didn’t account for. Language presents us with challenges. For an obvious example, it’s difficult— perhaps impossible— to talk about politics....
What if prisoners are more free?
Cobbling some constructive events from my past led me to recall some instances that made me terribly uncomfortable as a young teenager. One of those came when our Youth...
God Can’t? Those Nagging Questions
What happened to the podcast? It would be easier just answering with, “2020.” To provide an illustration of the unusual difficulties, it took two days and three tries to...
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Emma Thomas
I throw myself down among the tall grass by the trickling stream. As I lie close to the earth, a thousand unknown plants.
Earn Palmer
I throw myself down among the tall grass by the trickling stream. As I lie close to the earth, a thousand unknown plants.
Halie Jackson
I throw myself down among the tall grass by the trickling stream. As I lie close to the earth, a thousand unknown plants.
The Cat
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We Can Share That Table Over There
Sundays are often very busy for us. Our busyness is equal parts the nature of my vocation and my own choices. Yesterday, we had a bit more time for lunch. A co-worker told Patty about Granny’s Kitchen, so off we went. We stood between the door and the waitstaff podium in the packed restaurant. The waitress...
Marty Duren and The Disparate Ones
I scraped off the cobwebs, blew out the dust, and set up the mic to converse with my friend Marty Duren. We have been friends and have shared our writing for almost twenty years. Sometimes, the projects were collaborative. We often wanted another set of eyes on something we were putting down on paper. Today,...