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Closing Time
I remember the song. It was called "Closing time.." It had a hook that I just loved. "I know who I want to take me home." "I know who I want to take me home." The guitar would wail into a high pitch, and the pulse of the beat would create a wonderful sense of joy....
Without a home, in Raleigh
This is a post that never was published from 2010. I am so happy that I found this nugget. I will try to get the attached video and upload. It is a good thing to be reminded that we are on pilgrimage. Sometime we fall off our horse. Sometime we get knocked off by the...
The strange comfort of being real with our pain
Recently I went on a camping trip with my children. Some of the trip was a delight. Pizza with friends, and zip lining with church members was so fantastic. "I cry aloud to God, aloud to God." Crying out to God is often times the last resort. But when it happens, it...
Pilgrimage
When I embarked for Spain I was a mere 26. College had passed me by like a tree passing by a fast moving train. Childhood was over in a second, and now I was in the mood to contemplate. Walking helped me get in the right rhythm for the next stage of my life. I didn't...