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Continue reading →: discipleship notes: we 3[Rooster] “Bo was about played out and I hollered up for that Hutchens to come help me. He was sitting up there on his horse smoking a pipe. Now, he wasn’t a regular drover. He was from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, and he had some interest in the herd. He said ‘Do…
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Continue reading →: discipleship notes: we 2Never in peace or war have I seen so vast a concourse. There were tens of thousands of them, all silent, every face watching me. Among them I saw Batta and the King my father and the Fox and Argan. They were all ghosts. In my foolishness I had not…
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Continue reading →: discipleship notes: we 1No matter how long you might stay at the spring, you would always be beginning to see the water. For the water never stops flowing, and it is always beginning to bubble up again. It is the same with one who fixes his gaze on the infinite beauty of God. …
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Continue reading →: discipleship notes: fearless‘Rat!’ he found breath to whisper, shaking. ‘Are you afraid?’ ‘Afraid?’ murmured the Rat, his eyes shining with unutterable love. ‘Afraid! Of Him? O, never, never! And yet – and yet – O, Mole, I am afraid!’ -The Wind in the Willows, Kenneth Grahame Over the last few weeks I…
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Continue reading →: discipleship notes: curse
She walks in Beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that’s best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellowed to that tender light Which Heaven to gaudy day denies. -She Walks in Beauty, Lord Byron Sunday’s sermon stirred my…
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Continue reading →: discipleship notes: sorrow
Hamlet. Seems, madam? Nay, it is. I know not “seems.” ‘Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, Nor customary suits of solemn black, Nor windy suspiration of forced breath, No, nor the fruitful river in the eye, Nor the dejected havior of the visage, Together with all forms, moods,…
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Continue reading →: discipleship notes: cost
They talked all night long. And that night everything came together for Arvid: the strange prisoner’s car in an alien country; the rhythmic nighttime clicking of the wheels, which always finds an echo in our hearts; and the girl’s melodic voice, her whispers, her breath reaching his ear – his…
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Continue reading →: discipleship notes: holy…relicts the seething and anonymous miasmal mass which in all the years of time has taught itself no boon of death but only how to recreate, renew; and dies, is gone, vanished: nothing – but is that true wisdom which can comprehend that there is a might-have-been which is more…
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Continue reading →: discipleship notes: life 7
Ordinarily, at such a juncture, Penrod would have fled, keeping his own temper and increasing the heat of his pursuer’s by back-flung jeers. But this was Wednesday, and he was in no mood to run from Sam. He stepped away from the tree, awaiting the onset. “Well, what you goin’…
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Continue reading →: discipleship notes: life 6
I tried to give it back to her, but she wouldn’t take it. “You can take it all. You can pay me back. Bring it to the play.” “How much is it, for God’s sake?” “Eight dollars and eighty-five cents. Sixty-five cents. I spent some.” Then, all of a sudden,…
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Jeremy Vogan
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