Perhaps one reason why I’ve grown to love biking so much, more than the heady thrill of it, more than…
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reflections
Jars of clay.
Perhaps, what keeps us continually filling our big, white bowls with Things is fear. Perhaps, what utterly terrifies us, is…
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Big, White Bowl.
Life- is a big, white porcelain bowl, I tell you, and it’s full of God in it. I was just…
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Faint. (edited)
Perspective is an interesting thing. All this while I had been peering through a window into a dusty room searching…
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Special Sunday. (edited)
“Wai Jia, will you come to the front and stand here with me. We want to pray with you as…
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Learning to Play.
Stress is a funny thing. You mightn’t have a thousand deadlines to meet. There mightn’t even be anything big on…
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