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Because I Could Not Stop for Death . . .
There’s nothing clever in this blog post. If you’re in the mood for clever, click to the next blog on your list. No harm, no foul. I want to be careful not to cloud this message in a flurry of metaphors or a pile of prose. The word on my heart is best delivered straight …[ read more ]
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When It Feels Like Death is Winning
Death, you bloody, cruel, heartless, thief, I see you everywhere these days. Crouching in wait, you pounce suddenly on some, stealing them from us before we can turn our heads for one last look at their beautiful smiles, their precious eyes, their gentle hands. Stalking others, invading from within by relentless disease that drains them …[ read more ]
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I Have a Stalker
Death doesn’t scare Jesus. That alone sets Him apart. Death scares me. I’m not afraid of what happens after death. I’m confident in a future with Jesus but it’s the good-bye of death, the parting with loved ones, the unfinished work and experiences of this life that make me resistant to welcoming my end or …[ read more ]