A traveling mug.

“I’ve got to get to work,” I said. “Let me put the rest of your coffee in your travel mug,” Tim said. I pulled it from the side pocket of my backpack. It’s the battered stainless cup that I’ve been using for years. I got it from a church insurance company at a conference. Road […]

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a blessed life.

(First published July 13, 2014) When you pick up a book of poetry or a book of song lyrics, you have to work. You cannot read Gerard Manley Hopkins or W.H. Auden or Bono the same way you read Malcolm Gladwell or Donald Miller. With poems, you have to stop often, read out loud at […]

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