Two scary stories
One of the holiday gifts his parents gave the boy was a blow gun, which he loved. It was not a toy for small children, to be sure.
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Excerpt: a letter to Regan
Jenny brought me her little pink calculator held to her ear and said, “Mommy, it’s Regan callin’.”
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Sunday’s confession of faith
I too have turned my child over to hard things, and I too have let him cry into his pillow, and sometimes I hate myself for that.
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Toasters and coasters and give us this day
We have been ferried up, up, up the excruciating climb, full of dread and horror. Now we creep over the edge and hang poised.
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Advent
The point of Christmas is that Christ entered. Here. He is the last person in the world to be upset with a mess, or rattled by the unforeseen. He is acquainted with grief.