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How to Die
My brother, Mark, died with grace and aplomb. His deaths were always flawless. Whether he was shot by Indians, stabbed by a pirate, or murdered by the Mob, he always died with such finesse. Of course, we all took turns dying. The barn was the perfect place for it. There were stacked bales of hay…
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The Significance of the Cross
Then He said to them all, “If anyone wants to come with Me, he must deny himself, take up his cross daily, and follow Me. -Luke 9:23 The church—and Christians—doesn’t talk about the cross as much as it used to. You used to hear Christians talk about “bearing their cross” usually nothing more than an…
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A Lack of Grief
My mom died on April 2nd of last year. Before she died, I used to wonder how I would react to news of her death. I never thought I would have the deep and terrible sadness that I’ve seen in some people. I’m just not like that. But I did imagine missing her and grieving…
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What if dying
I removed this post and relocated it to a new poetry section on my main website. I found the blog format too constricting for poetry. You can find the poem here.
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Indecision
Read and comment on my blog. My nephew, David, posted the following on his Facebook wall about a year after losing his younger brother in a car accident. It interesting how much one’s views can be altered by experiences. Before my little brother’s death I was an organ donor. It’s seemed like a simple decision…