Tag: Christianity
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Reading Joy
How sad it is that half a century I have walked briskly with impatience past my own story. . . Where I have no loathing for it, I find mostly passive contempt. Failure. Loveless hubris overriding whatever achievement felt too little to mark, insubstantial like my self as during each beating my mother and step…
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Your Church and Mine
driving through this rainy morning Sundayyou in your puritan dress and humming hymnsand me trying to remember when last I wentto service, to the gathering of the faithful, whenlast I broke bread with the brethren andfeasted on the flesh of a two-thousand-year deadsavior, heard the word beat into the pulpit straightinto my mind and soul,…
Fringemonkey Scribbles 