Saint John and the manicure.

I might have mentioned that we start our mall walks by Red Robin. The parking is close to the door and closest to our house. I understand the irony of worrying about parking when you are going to walk. About half a mile away, at the far end of the mall, is a little manicure […]

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Saint John and the man in the corner

Nancy and I learned awhile ago that there are mall walking regulars, people who show up at the same time every day. There’s a small sense of community when you wave at the same people every morning. The other day, Nancy and I got to the mall early. It was going to be a busy […]

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Andrew and John.

I went to get coffee for Nancy and me to share. And a bottle of water for Saint John of the Mall. Nancy is better than I am at asking questions about people’s lives. They started talking. When I came back, she was just saying, “How did you start following Jesus?” “I grew up on […]

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Not what he seems.

We went to the mall Saturday morning. After a busy week of people, the emptiness was refreshing. We found Saint John by the coffee shop. I asked him about Matt and Luke. He shook his head and muttered something about wisdom and following stars. I pointed at Starbucks and asked if he needed coffee. “I’ve […]

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Easy to forget

There was a constant low hum whenever I would fire up my old record player to spin some vinyl. It definitely took away the music’s beauty that was trying to escape from the record’s grooves. I knew better. There’s a thing called grounding. I knew that if the record player wasn’t grounded, it would hum. […]

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