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Surgery & Sanctification
The “wounded surgeon” works while I’m awake And only by compassion does not break The heart which beat so steady yet so dead While severed from the life of Him, the Head. The subject upon which His scalpel strikes Is the awful altar of my blood-bought life Which, once decked with sentimental blooms Has become…
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Wedding Livestream
My wedding will be live-streamed beginning July 9th at 5:10pm GMT (It will also be available afterward, for those of you in distant time zones!)
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Pruned: A Parable
In a garden in the desert there was a tree. She was beautiful, lush and healthy and growing with a swiftness unknown to most desert plants. She had been planted in good soil and her roots drank deeply from a nearby stream. One day, the Gardener was walking along the stream. As he went, he…
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Groundbreaking: Pride Identifies as Fruit of the Spirit
Los Angeles, June 2021 (because that tends to be where this sort of thing happens) In a moment of laudable boldness, Pride has left its longtime association with the deadly sins and has, instead, announced his real identity as a fruit of the Spirit. “As you know,” said Pride in a recent interview for The…
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Proverbs 10:8
I struggle with scripture memorization; however, turning it to English poetry helps me recall the passage and concept with better clarity. “The wise of heart will receive commandments, but a babbling fool will come to ruin.” Proverbs 10:8, ESV A babbling brook without a springIs he who speaks on all but nothing. That’s all! Nothing…
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The Sacrifice (Part 5)
The school nurse left Mrs. Mendall’s classroom with both mouth and eyes running. Worried and teary, she rambled on, around, and beside the point as she delivered the news that Bethany was not getting better. Resentment tore at Mrs. Mendall’s chest. How could the girl’s parents send her to school like that? She wanted…
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The Sacrifice (Part 4)
The alarm sounded unexpectedly, but the students filed outside, holding their ears or shouting, unfazed, across the hallways to friends from other classes. They were glad to escape the bland light and chill of the classrooms and to feel the morning sun on their faces for a few minutes. The teachers followed behind, twirling…
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The Sacrifice (Part 3)
Eight weeks into the semester, Mrs. Mendall entered to find her students clustered once more around the CM2029. Bethany was at the heart of the group. Pale and thinner than ever, she seemed to be shrinking even as the subject in the artificial womb was growing, now at a rate of a millimeter or…
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The Sacrifice (Part 2)
Mrs. Mendall filled another cup with lukewarm coffee and exhaled heavily. The hours on her feet were not as kind as they once had been, and she gratefully sank into a seat opposite a younger teacher. “How’s your first day going?” Mrs. Williams, the younger teacher, smiled shyly. The older teacher considered her…
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The Sacrifice (Part 1)
Dear Reader, I began writing this story when I was sixteen. I had something important to say, but could not think of any better way to say it than through story. Soon, I became discouraged with my own work (as I so often do) and put it away to develop on its own. A few…
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The Woman, The Well, and the Wedding
Samaritan Woman at the Well 6th century Mosaic Sant’Apollinare Nuovo, Ravenna
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On Dying Arts and the Art of Dying
“Do churches even still have organs?” asked a woman yesterday when I told her about my job. I was unsurprised by her incredulity, for I am often struck that the work I do for a living is a dying art. My life, it seems, as an organist and writer, centers around such “dying” arts. The…
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