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The Wrath of God
My earliest memories of wrath are of my mom. She was a great mom, but she wouldn’t put up with nonsense or misbehavior. When I grew up, discipline meant spanking, so my mom would sometimes spank me if I had done something to seriously displease her. My earliest crime, maybe at the age of three,…
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Drawn to the Light
Darkness. It was all around me, wherever I looked. I could see no difference whether my eyes were open or closed. I was walking aimlessly, but for a long while the darkness was unrelieved except by the transient bursts of photopsia that told me my visual cortex was still functioning. Finally, I saw a faint…
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Bend at the Knees
Originally written in 2008, this piece by Belinda Burkitt still resonates in a time of pandemics and renewed protests over racial violence. Chip Burkitt, editor. “Bend at the knees!” Something I can remember calling out to my young children as we ventured across an icy patch on a winter walk in Minnesota. My husband and…
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Cultivate Wonder
One of the worst sins I am often guilty of—and my wife and children can attest to it—is scorn. You know what I mean. Scoffing, diminishing the excitement or wonder of others. Parents often do it to their kids. Why do we do it? I think there are two reasons, both based on fear. The…