A prayer for the fifth Sunday of Easter

God. We are asking you for signs all the time. We are asking you for directions, for plans, for meaning, for answers. And you told Philip to go to a road in the desert that led to nowhere. I could be wrong, but I’m guessing that though it was an angel, it wasn’t a message […]

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Sometimes forgetfulness has really good reasons.

We were standing together in a room–a spouse, a couple adult children. “Eddie” was in a hospital bed. We’d all met about forty-five minutes earlier, down the hall in a waiting area. All of us but Eddie. At the time the rest of us met, Eddie was in the bed, a team of people gathered […]

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Distracting myself from conversation.

I read. A couple psalms, including 70. I say to myself, “reach over an get your pen and journal.” I also say to myself, “look at the weather app.” And 10 minutes later (okay, 12), I have my journal. (Okay, 15 minutes). Whatever observations I had about Psalm 70, whatever prayer I wanted to write […]

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This is hard. (a new resource)

True confession. I almost didn’t write here about my newest publication project. This Is Hard is a collection of things I say to people in the moments and hours after a loved one dies. They are words that I’ve found sitting in rooms and walking down the hall and looking in the mirror. They are […]

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Reading the news.

Rich Dixon has a confession today. (I understand. js) +++ Confession time: I react too much to exterior stimulus. That’s a fancy way of saying I get really upset about events I can’t control. Those close to me (my wife) would tell you my reactions often spiral into disproportionate levels of negativity and depression in […]

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