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Double Dutch

It’s bad enough when awareness comes  in a look or a wondering with space to soften and say farewell to what I thought was real.  But when I’m up to 97, 98, 99, 100 in Double Dutch  and the blunt end raps my knuckles, stuns my … Continue reading

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Realignment

After thirteen days away, (a dozen visits with friends and family, six ferries, one airport, a drive through downtown Vancouver, retreating on Galiano and leading a retreat on Bowen), I looked forward to coming home to home, to my Fred,my kitchen, my … Continue reading

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As If I Wasn’t Dying Inside

I am poured out like water,    and all my bones are out of joint.My heart has turned to wax;    it has melted within me.–Psalm 22:14 (NIV) Jesus, on the cross, poured out like water bones out of joint heart turned to wax, … Continue reading

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This Good Friday

Crucifixion by Ukrainian artist Natalya Rusetskain You take in all our suffering feel every violent act  every hope destroyed each final breath. From the cross you see through our denial and delusions. No justification dares return your gaze. From the … Continue reading

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This Good Friday

Crucifixion by Ukrainian artist Natalya Rusetskain You take in all our sufferingfeelevery violent act every hope destroyedeach final breath. From the crossyou seethrough our denialand delusions.No justification dares return your gaze. From the crossyour eyesfind ours. In them, we seeloveforgivenessGod with … Continue reading

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God with Us to the End

I look at the naked, bloodied body next to me. “What’s he doing here?” A sinless man is being crucified beside us: me on his left, the other criminal on his right. The crucified always die in disgrace, our lives held up as negative examples. Yet, he is good. People call him rabbi, … Continue reading

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With Christ in Glory

I look at the naked, bloodied body next to me. “What’s he doing here?” A sinless man is being crucified beside us: me on his left, the other criminal on his right. The crucified always die in disgrace, our lives held up as negative examples. Yet, he is good. People called him rabbi, healer, … Continue reading

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