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Advent Reminder

By michael lee ⋅ November 29, 2008 ⋅ 6 comments

Every year, I have to ask Doug to remind me what the weeks in advent stand for. Since I don’t have a handy notebook near, I’m posting this here to remind me throughout the season, and so that I can find it with a snappy little blog search next year.
Advent is four weeks long. The [...]

Gathering Eden

By michael lee ⋅ November 23, 2008 ⋅ 5 comments

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Kyrie Yeshua,
We have no memory of happier times
except the mimeographed black and white
irrelevant and unlived kind
No touchstone of bliss to serve as reference
For reconstruction and renovation
Instead we forage through the present pieces of ordinary lives
gathering Eden from the disparate strands presumed to be
echos of the first thing, the better thing, the joyful thing
And perhaps the [...]

Prayer, Suffering, and the Nature of God

By michael lee ⋅ October 4, 2008 ⋅ 58 comments

So how’s your week? Oh yeah? Cool.
Mine included the two devastating, soul-crushing defeats of the Most Excellent Angels at the hands of the Boston Evil Sox of Boston. Which, of course, led me to contemplate the purpose of suffering, and prayer, and the nature of God. No, I don’t think I’m overreacting, why?
(WARNING: This post [...]

Nothing Says “I Love You” Like Wolf Urine

By Zack ⋅ February 13, 2007 ⋅ 2 comments

Amazon.com has released their list of “Bad Valentines Day Gifts” - comprised of things sold through the online-mega-mall. It’s freakin’ hilarious.
Some of my personal faves…
32 oz Bottle of Wolf Urine, A Whole Fresh Rabbit and 2 Cases of Praying Mantis Eggs
Hey honey! Are you reading this? Get ready for romance tomorrow!

Love like Gravity

By michael lee ⋅ September 18, 2006 ⋅ 17 comments

You breathe in, you breathe out, and that quickly, everything you know about love changes.
We were driving home today from Phoenix, where the whole family had gathered to celebrate my Grandmother’s 90th birthday. People flew in from all over to be together, to share memories, to hold her hand and talk softly. She’s not doing [...]

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