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In the weird way that your pocket selects random pictures from your phone, even when you haven’t looked at that particular photo in months, mine chose pictures from last October’s visit to the Lincoln Memorial to show me each time I took my phone out on my morning walk to take a photo of Portland’s Read more
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For more than a year my happy zone was NEFP on a Saturday morning. 😎 It was a place of great joy to me, a space to bring my whole self in the service of others. I threw myself into the creative whirlwind of feeding hundreds of families twice a week during a pandemic, hauling Read more
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After six years, tonight is my last in Portland. I’ve developed a bit of a love-hate relationship with this city. It’s by far the filthiest place I’ve lived, bringing to mind time spent in parts of India. There are piles of trash under every overpass, along every highway, and in every neighborhood. Worse, there are Read more
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I have a story to tell you. It’s the story of a long chapter of my life. A current and a past chapter. One that I hope will end, but it might not. Before I begin, there is one rule, dear reader. This is my story. I’m neither looking for, nor receptive to edits or Read more
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“Hammerhead, Hammerhead, Hammerhead…” On and on it went. Endless teasing from two of my second grade classmates in the halls and on the blacktop playground at Neshaminy Elementary school in Langhorne, PA. I played with the boys at recess. The girls jumped rope. I joined games of tag. The occasional fall landed me in the Read more
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Beauty is very popular. She has many, many, many fans. When she shows up as a sunset, people stop and stare, “How beautiful! Isn’t she gorgeous in her red, orange and yellow shimmering cape?” “Oh, one time I saw her at the beach (or mountain top or exotic travel location) and she was spectacular! Maybe Read more
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If God is the audience of our worship and pastors are the leaders, the choir, as it processes, serves as the encouragers, stabilizers, and up-lifters. Traditionally, the choir processes from the rear of the church toward the chancel during the first hymn. Their voices announce their approach, growing clearer as they pass each pew and Read more
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We had a well-equipped playground at the end of our street. Well equipped with apparatus made out of metal and not weather-resistant, splinter-prone wood. We played a wild game of playground equipment tag called “witchy-poo.” The rule was you were safe if on a piece of equipment with your feet off the ground. The “it” Read more
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