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Held Loose & Fast
There’s no one on earth I can say this to So I’ll say it to you No one who would know what I mean If there was, where would I begin? You fully know the things our eyes have seen While I can’t take away where mine have been To shape the mist that lays Lies in my mind always What means so much to me Means others barely see It won’t be understood Why do I think it should? So for a thought, a truth, a thing that was Pass over past, because What’s so carefully kept from all You understood and saw It’s good that it’s…
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Being. Happy and Fortunate.
Sometimes, particularly after a bad experience, I wonder how God’s heart must break from all the evil that we do to each other. The harm, hate and abuse we pour into each other. It’s bad enough what this does to us, I can only imagine God’s pain from seeing it. There was a particular horror that Jesus experienced. God brutally murdered. Judged and executed in full public display. Jesus’ father forsook him, his friends either denied or betrayed him, his community rejected him. He experienced all of the pain and misery, harm, hate and abuse that we’ve suffered. This means he understands and can relate to us. The resurrection of…
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What One Man Can Do
Her blood spilled out until I thought there could be no more. Then she died. Some people say the life of a cop can be exciting, even glamorous. I don’t. Not when you have to live with the memory of an innocent girl dying in your arms. I’m thinking about her, replaying the details of that day in my mind as my partner and I patrol the west side. He looks over and asks, “What’s with you? You haven’t said two words all day.” “Thinking about Shandra.” “I knew it. Why don’t you just see a shrink?” “I have. Didn’t do much good.” For three years I’ve lived with the…
