A couple of months ago we received an invitation in the mail. It read, “By the Grace of God, The Province of the Anglican Church of Rwanda requests your prayers and presence at the Ordination and Consecration of The Reverend Philip Hill Jones to be a Bishop in the One, Holy, Catholic and Apostolic Church […]
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Today while I was making my lunch I realized a red bell pepper that is perfectly ripe and unmarred is not only sweet, crisp, and tasty, it’s a work of art. With it’s bright-colored skin and jaunty green stem cocked to the side, it’s like a nutritious, delicious bit of Christmas. “And that’s all I
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Jacob loves to vacuum. It’s a hobby that fits well with his obsessive need to dispose of “trash,” no matter how microscopic it may be. A thread. An eyelash. One lint molecule. On the mornings that he’s home, at some point he will inevitably stand in the living room and announce that he needs the
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If you looked at the pictures from Curtis and Grace’s reception, you saw one of Jacob gently kissing the head of a sleeping baby, Lawson Jacob Grubbs. His mother, Natalie, is fighting tears in the photo. It’s a touching scene, but it’s so much more than that. I want you to know the whole story.
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I woke up this morning thinking about how much I like the word and. It suggests more. That which is not yet but will be. Hope. Changing seasons and Christmas morning and Jubilee and . . . Yesterday Jacob walked into the room and I said, “Yo, Home-slice.” He responded, “Yo, home-skillet.” This is the
to Jacob’s birthday party! Actually, it was last night. But you’re invited to look at the pictures.
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We had an awesome storm today. Not at all wintry. More like a vanguard of March–thunder, wind, big fat raindrops that turned the bird bath into a liquid popcorn popper. The wind went wiggidy there for a bit, blowing over my neighbor’s glider swing, even setting off our city’s famous-for-being-after-the-fact siren system. I love that
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I’m in Dallas today. Luke flew into DFW from Chicago yesterday, and my nephew graduated from UNT in Denton with degrees in creative writing and music this morning. We attended the ceremony, which was as pompous and circumstantial as you might imagine, but Luke kept it interesting. Let’s begin with his fashion choices: brown quick-dry
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Saturday morning George said he and Jacob were going to Longview to do some shopping. When I heard the back door close, I slipped onto the piano bench, ready to play and sing my heart out. I don’t mind playing and singing when people are around, but I love the freedom I feel when it’s
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I know I’ve said this before, but Jacob makes the ideal audience. If I ever lost the last shred of my sanity and stood up at an open mic in a comedy club, I’d make sure Jacob was in the room. It’s one of the good gifts brain injury has given him. (There are good
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