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My first memory of the Beatitudes, the nine “Blessed are ______” statements in Matthew 5 that kick off Jesus’s most famous teachings, the Sermon on the Mount, I was in second grade. At the Christian school I attended, we were made to memorize the passage. I don’t remember what commentary was given, though I’m sure…
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I’ve had several concepts of letters to write to you lately, but they’ve all felt half-baked. Unfortunately, nothing more appetizing has presented itself, so I welcome you today to a buffet of unripe, undercooked morsels of ideas. Your father has been teaching a class on counseling at church for several weeks now. A recent Sunday,…
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I’ve tried and failed many times to keep a journal. I like the idea of keeping record of my life, of having a reference to look back on to see what my past was like from my own real-time perspective, which will have long faded from my memory. I’ve just never been able to stick…
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I remember the first time I saw a picture of kintsugi, the Japanese art of repairing broken pottery by joining the pieces with a lacquer mixed with gold dust. It seemed such a simple, easy idea, but I was a bit in awe of the beauty. While browsing Pinterest, the same place that exposed me…
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I stepped through the bright red doors of the sanctuary, almost giddy with excitement. We made our way down the aisle, the children arguing about where to sit, before settling into a pew. We made light conversation, I laughed at the playful bickering between siblings, and admired the stained glass windows and wooden rafters. Protestants…
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I recently watched the show Fleabag. I can’t remember why, but it was mentioned in an offhand comment in something or other to which I was listening, probably a podcast or video essay. I wish I could recollect what it was, if only to mentally thank the person for introducing me to the series. Whatever…
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Nearly a week ago, I had my first bike crash. It feels silly to admit at the ripe old age of twenty-three, but I never learned to bike as a kid. I consider myself a pretty risk-averse person, so even when I taught myself to ride a bike at seventeen, I was cautious enough to…
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Spring has become my favorite season. As a kid, it was always winter, which does still remain a close second. A snow-covered landscape feels clean, calm, and soothing to me. No mosquitoes or ticks come to take my blood, no flies attack my food, and a romp through the woods is not soured by the…
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