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Interviewing to be a Lecturer…

As many of you know already, I’m interviewing for a full-time Lecturer position at the University of Arizona very soon.  This is the latest step (maybe the culmination?) of a long process God has had me on, and I thought I should write it all down.  So sit down in a comfy chair – since I’m writing this, it’s going to be a long one! Back in 2005, I was working at IBM and unh...

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Is Jesus enough? Yes….and

Last night, as Rod spoke of healing, ultimate and total healing as he himself is facing down neck surgery to fuse another portion of his spine it got me thinking of my own struggles and my own desire for healing. I’ve made my battles with anxiety fairly well known, it has been ongoing since before I started coming to The Village. The one thing that I long for, more than anything else is for ...

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Candlelight Service

CANDLELIGHT SERVICE A slathering of cast off couches await. Sagging creamy candles flicker joy. Kitchen counter clothed with cookies. Folks sneak one as they slowly wander by. Villagers pile in from off the street, shouting cheerful greetings ‘cross the room. The Wise’s share their Christmas letter Others run to give some little gift. Still others tell fun stories, making others smile. Little Viol...

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A letter to our kid

I’ve written some about my desire to have kids, my frustration and pain about not being able to have one naturally, the sadness, my grieving process and I’ve also written about some of my frustrations with the waiting process for becoming a foster parent. What I’ve avoided writing about are my longings. To write about those requires me to be vulnerable and that’s not easy. ...

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Shoulder pounding

I attended a Mission Southwest meeting last week. It was comprised of several pastors and other church leaders and we all gathered around tables to plot paths forward regarding various ministry opportunities in the Christian Reformed Church and the Reformed Church in America. Of course, we gather from all around the state and before we sat down, as is the custom, we walked around greeting each oth...

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A Christmas poem

HEALING WOUNDS Truth creeps across the threshold like darkness steals the day, a slow slog of forgetting, a dying act of letting go: It is hard to live, forgiving. Far as distant earthen corners, so far our sin has been removed, even still we’d quick go digging, taking back our dreadful wounds. We hold miserly to what we know. At every moment it’s the other, who we believe should take the step, li...

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Hot Drink Holiday Special

As in ages gone by the Park family will be hosting a Hot Drink Holiday Special on December 6th (Saturday) at our home. A truly horrendous holiday movie will be played inside, while a nice fire will be outside. Anyone is welcome to come and bring friends. The party will start at 6:30 and go till everyone leaves. Feel free to come and go at any time or not come at all if this is just one thing to mu...

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Raeya has a problem…

Raeya had a problem last night. I’m one of the pastors of the church and when one of your parishioners has a problem you are compelled to listen and take what actions you can to remedy the situation. I was busy talking to Colleen about my sermon. I had not made some things clear during my sermon, and she had been questioning me about the unclear things. I think I might have blamed my neck an...

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My birthday speech

Hello Village community, I recently had a birthday party, where I gave a speech proclaiming what my last year has been, and my own blessing on my next year to come. I wanted to share it with all of you, as a way for you to know me deeper, and as a way for you to know how to pray for me. Love you all. “I long for my speech to be my way of declaring praises to Him who has called me out of dark...

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Behind the couch…

The carpet cleaners came and left and before they went they pulled the sectional couch away from the wall and uncovered a treasure trove of missing items among the cat hair, dust, and cobwebs that had partly filled the crack between the couch and wall. There was a copy of Christian Courier that contained my Graveyards poem. I thought I had lost that copy forever, but there the poem was on page thi...

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