faith
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I’ve been thinking about dreams, and commitment, and faith. About heart and head, yin and yang, art and science. About how paths wander apart and then reconnect in ways that aren’t always predictable. Taking that last metaphor forward, today’s post is a trail that diverts a little from the path we’ve been on here recently:…
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During my growing-up years, in the days before widespread cable television, our local CBS affiliate station aired old movies in the afternoons and then again late at night. Among the films I remember watching are these: What Ever Happened to Baby Jane; Hush Hush, Sweet Charlotte; Sunset Boulevard; Sorry, Wrong Number; Rebecca; Dracula; The 39…
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I was raised in the Presbyterian tradition by a Presbyterian-raised father and a mother who adopted one particular Presbyterian church because of its music program. In my growing up years, we went to that same Presbyterian church most Sunday mornings, though the habit became less and less regular as we grew older. When my parents…
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The only (relatively) important point here is this one: Peace is an inside job. If you’re just scrolling through and see only the first line because you’ve got a busy day and don’t have time to read more, then you’re all set, with just that first line. If you’re here for a little while longer,…