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Peacemakers
346. Peacemakers I grew up in Indianapolis, Indiana and as a child and young person Memorial Day on each May 30th meant little to me except that it was the day of the Indianapolis 500—the big auto race. But in these four or five…
Cemetery Wandering
345. Cemetery Wandering I wandered our local cemetery today to stand beside a few of the many graves that were marked with flags. I am anti-war, and pro-veteran. Just the other day I saw on the internet a short documentary about veterans, and health…
“A People’s History of the United States”
344. ”A People’s History of the United States” I have just this moment finished reading A People’s History of the United States—1492 – Present by Howard Zinn. It is not a fast read. It is a fascinating read. It tells history from the viewpoint…
Upanishads
343. Upanishads — Lead us from death to life, from falsehood to truth, from despair to hope, from fear to trust. — Lead us from hate to love, from war to peace; Let peace fill our hearts, let peace fill our world, let peace…
Write a Psalm
342. Write a Psalm Can you imagine the various people who wrote the psalms that we have. Some of them were praising. And some of them were questioning. Some of them were angry. You can do that when you write your own psalm. Ten…
Asking for Help
341. Asking for Help Quite a while ago I wrote about asking for what you want, and I even quoted a song that I had written titled “Ask for What You Want Today.” The parallel to that is to ask for what you need….
Doing the Assignment
340. Doing the Assignment For over a dozen years I ran writing groups in a variety of locations. I called it “Writing Down the Stories of Our Lives.” The goal was to encourage people to write down some of the parts of their lives…
Paring Down Again and Again and Again
339. Paring Down Again and Again and Again I think it’s strange that I pare down my possessions over and over again and then in not too long a time I have to repeat the process, because I accumulate. I’m down to three rooms…
Remember the Milkman?
338. Remember the Milkman? In 1972 Clarence was our milkman. I don’t remember any milkman before Clarence. Now that either means that in Nashville, or Chicago, or even in Indianapolis we didn’t have milk delivered, or it means that none of the other milkmen…
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Daybook of Personal Faith
Mama and Me
