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Questions for the Confession Booth
What do the church janitors whisper when they clean the confession booths? Do they ever find strangers’ forgotten items? A tube of chapstick slipped from a pocket. A wad of tissue crumpled and warm. A carving of two lover’s initials. The wood stained from hundreds of hands and asses. Something sticky in the corner. They…
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Talking Politics at Dinner
I’ve always been one who jumps head-first into political discourse. A fair discussion/debate has always been entertaining for me. I like making connections between our current socioeconomic issues and philosophy and history and religion and societal expectations. But lately, with the divisive nature of people’s opinions and the abundance of misinformation, these conversations are increasingly…
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Liturgy at the Cafe
How glad I am to share a Sunday communion with a latte and a dog in his winter coat. His soft brown fur and puppy dog eyes look up at me with a sweetness only dogs can muster. I politely introduce myself, compliment his good looks, and then say hello to his owner. That’s how…



