I’m called to love the people who annoy me.

Some of you, I’m guessing, read yesterday’s post and said, “What do you mean about Peter and Thomas being competitive?” I hadn’t ever thought about it until I was writing the sentence. We tend to think about the disciples of Jesus as punchlines, as memes. Doubting Thomas. Denying Peter. Peter, James, and John. Matthew the […]

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Tiny, consistent steps that show love.

They died less than an hour apart in the same hospital. I’d met one, I’d never heard of the other. One death was sudden, one was not surprising. As I talked with their families, I learned that each had loved and was deeply loved. And their lives were remarkably different. You have to take my […]

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Babe Ruth

Rich Dixon continues his ride along the Mississippi: Thursday of Week 3 – the bike-shop guy’s absolute certainty as he sketched the map should have been the first warning sign. The opening miles provided splendid early-morning river views and tours through suburban neighborhoods. The trail twisted through parks, along levees, and around riverside communities and […]

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Making our way in the afters.

The morning after our wedding, we went to church. We sat in the middle of the pew about six rows from the front. I swallowed wrong. I started to cough. Except who wants to cough when you are in the middle of a fancy Chicago church where you don’t know anyone? So I did my […]

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