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Broken to be poured out

They had all gathered, milling and sampling. Soon they would recline at the low table and share a meal. Rich and important men and women smiled and exchanged small talk when suddenly a hush pulled all their attention to the courtyard door.  A rabbi entered, but you could only tell

A Parable of Time

I once visited a curious place. In this place were many people on a journey. Many didn’t know they were on a journey, but they were. There were old and young. They were small and great. They walked over a vast sweeping landscape with a winding path that formed

Just come to the table

I had a toddler at my feet and a baby in my belly. I had just quit a night job that we needed to make ends meet because I was too tired to take care of my little ones during the day. I knew exactly how much I had in

Holy, holy, holy

Photo by Mathilde Langevin on Unsplash The first full breath of spring filled my lungs. I stepped outside surprised and all at once surrounded by the glow of the midday sun on an oddly warm March day. I had come out to find out why one of the girls were

Breakfast with Jesus

With a sigh and a sudden, “Let’s go fishing,” Peter stood up and headed out. The others looked at each other and shrugged, “Let’s go with him.” Out on the water, breathing the salt, swelling with the waves and wind, these men went back to what they had

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