November 13: Bodies

I am thankful for the loving arms that embrace me when I am downtrodden, confused, and fatigued. They gently hug me hello and squeeze me in delight as well. I am thankful for the gentle hands that bought my new favorite sparkling beverage and placed the blackberry drink in the fridge to cool, the battle-scarred…

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November 2: Bouldering

I recently began bouldering at a local gym. It gets me out of my head and into my body like nothing else I’ve known, and it’s exhilarating! I hate working out, but this feels more like a delightful activity than exercise. Everyone is encouraging, regardless of your level, and sending a route I’ve been projecting…

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The bloody beauty of Communion

“The Lord Jesus, on the night he was betrayed, took bread, and when he had given thanks, he broke it and said, ‘This is my body, which is for you; do this in remembrance of me.’” While singing a hymn about Jesus, I take a cracker piece from a silver platter and pass it to…

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On Mr. Harris and Frail Bodies

Whenever Mr. Franklin Harris snoozes at church, I wonder if the ninety-five year old man with whom I sit will awake again. He is a wonderful example of someone who loves Jesus, and he brims with wisdom. His body is frail, though. He recognizes his disability consisting of his inability to stand for long and…

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