“We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, ‘That you are here–that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse.’ What will your verse be?” (Dead Poets Society, 1989)
Honest Stories
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Heartlander: An alabaster jar and a powerful ordinary life
Read more: Heartlander: An alabaster jar and a powerful ordinary lifeDeconstructing ‘counting the cost’, global missions and the ordinaries as I beheld His invitation, asking, “Will you steward an alabaster jar for Me?”
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A childlike faith step into the second half of His adventure
Read more: A childlike faith step into the second half of His adventureLike coming out of the half-time break into the second half in sports, the start of Adventure 2.0 beckons for me this month after a 40-month pause.
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Adventure 1.0: The beginning of the uncommon journey
Read more: Adventure 1.0: The beginning of the uncommon journeyI had no real idea where I was to go or how it was all to unfold. I just knew in my spirit that I had to get out there. So I bought a one-way ticket to London.
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Royal but ordinary victorious things
Read more: Royal but ordinary victorious things“I don’t know what this is but this is not labor.” Twelve hours of pain later, I was admitted to the ER just weeks before Cruze’s due date in mid-February in case it was labor, it wasn’t.
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The year of doing hard things: Reclaiming Myself
Read more: The year of doing hard things: Reclaiming MyselfSo 2022 had it all. At the core of it is really a deep questioning of identity. Layers upon layers. A big part of it was learning this year that my father has finally been given the diagnosis of bipolar.
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