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Scorecard
God does not keep score. Why do we? Text and image © 2013 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading
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O Antiphons: Key of David
O come, thou Key of David, come, and open wide our heavenly home; make safe the way that leads on high, and close the path to misery. The Key is on its way;hold on a… Continue reading
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One Day
To feel okay about myselfI need to feel superior to others: I'm better organized. I eat better. I attend church. I give to charity. My opinion is more considered. I don't waste money. … Continue reading
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Airport Encounter
He is an atheist–religiously so.Eager to convert,he tries clubbing and dragging meover the fencefrom my foldinto his. I don't see the fence. Whether recognized or not,we are brother sheepsafely grazing in the same pasture. Text and image © 2013 by… Continue reading
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In the Forest
You are lost in a forest.The undergrowth blocks you.Trees lean in.Light fades.Unidentified noises circle. What dangers waitin the creeping darkness? You know, don't you?You've always feared your erratic behaviors your in-crowding thoughts, your disquieting longings, your… Continue reading
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The Castle
St. Teresa,Avilan mystic,mystery see-er,observer of God's loftiest grandeurand tiniest marvels,explains that my soulstands as a vast castle,a many-roomed mansion,an extraordinary, multi-storied highrise,gilded and jeweled. Given that–in the marvelously graced mindof this, our outwardly simple sister–my soulholds the essence of my… Continue reading
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A Mosque in Tennessee
I was talking with Jesus this morning,and he seemed a bit out of sorts–a touch cranky, even. "What's going on?"I asked. "Oh, it's those Baptists in Tennessee,the ones across from the new mosque.They are totally not getting it,not listening to… Continue reading
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A Room for the Night
My neon flickers,but still reads VACANCY.I am a motel of emotions,hidden from the Interstate,found only when wandering back roads. Lost? Lonely?Low on funds?Leaning into your limits?There's a room for you–small, clean,with heat, hot water, genuine rest for the night. For those… Continue reading
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On the Sixth Day of Christmas
If he's just arrived,isn't this when he needs us most–this neonate, this babe,so fragile, so absolutely dependent? Shouldn't we get the place ready,clean things up a bit,replace alienation with reconciliation,suspicion with trust,and greed with grace? He came in 2009,and we… Continue reading
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My Soul
My soulis a temple in ruins.Where thousands once worshippedonly the common starlings–black against the cracked white marble–pace and peck for seeds. Only a soul in ruinsallows in, without constraint,the sun, rain and wind,the incense of pines,the glow of yellow daffodils,the… Continue reading