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Chaos and memories are almost the same.

My desk is in chaos at the moment. I could blame Ben, of course. He stood here at wanted to see all the tools in (one of the) mugs I use for writing utensils. And then he wanted to see “that”. The orange thing. And I got down the small truck my dad brought home […]

by Jon Swanson

Listening to Messiah in September.

Tuesday evening, Hope had sectional rehearsals for Philharmonic Chorus. Last Saturday, the chorus and the FWPhil and some traveling musicians sang the music of Queen. Tuesday, they were working on Handel’s Messiah. And at the moment, I’m listening to side two of my three vinyl disk recording, released in the 70s of a performance in […]

by Jon Swanson

A long ride toward being helpful.

Since March 2020, Rich Dixon has been writing here every Wednesday. It was his way to help me out as my hospital work got intense. He’s taking today off. The floor underneath us in the photo is being refinished and he’s offline for a bit. I decided to run this post I wrote a few […]

by Jon Swanson

Looking for Jesus in the hospital

I think we wonder sometimes if Jesus knows we are in the hospital. The shepherd unaware of the sheep who are here. Because if he knew, he’d be here, right? Climbing the stairs, two at a time. Holding up a hand to stop the protestations of public safety. Winking at the RN, asking the tech for a blanket, and then […]

by Jon Swanson

An open invitation.

Sometimes people say to me, “God wouldn’t want me.” I ask them if they have killed Christians. So far, no one has. (Except by the measure of Jesus who indicated that if you hate, that’s like murder. With that measure, many people who identify as some version of Christian and talk on social media or […]