[photo credit here] i’ve seen resurrection with my own eyes. if you know my soul-friends, you’ve seen it, too. i don’t mean the body – don’t send your news vans and paparazzi; i mean something deeper. i have seen the dead rise and limp on, and i’ve seen them...
photo credit here though the cassette tape borders on extinction, the mp3 playlist still doesn’t quite capture the nostalgia-borne beauty of the “mix tape.” i see myself, pimpled and pre-teen, hovering over my boom box in stonewashed denim, index fingers poised over both record and pause,...
photo © 2010 Billy Lindblom | more info (via: Wylio) i’ve never seen eight inches of snow before … Southern born and bred, i’m used to doing a snow dance for a mere “wintry mix” of one or two inches, which is enough to keep all school buses below the Mason-Dixon...
this time of year makes philosophers of us all. we wake fresh from the long sleep of Christmas gluttony to find that the calendar flapping forward to new year has given us pause — has rendered us contemplative, pondering months past and wondering how we might resolution our way into old...
And behold, the star that they had seen when it rose went before them until it came to rest over the place where the child was. When they saw the star, they rejoiced exceedingly with great joy. Matthew 2: 9b-10 they were late to the party. not late as in fashionably — late as in late. as...
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