Monthly Archives: August 2013

Friday Firsts

And for today, here’s a Friday Five looking at the other end of things: Firsts. With so many folks starting school, college, seminary, etc. I’ve been thinking of a lot of other firsts in my life.  Share with us, if you … Continue reading

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Stepping Into the Breach

To  people returning from exile in Babylon and to those who stayed behind in Jerusalem; to people still haunted by memories of blood in the streets and buildings in ruin; to people divided; to people turning on one another, pointing … Continue reading

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Packing or Pack Rat: The Question of the Day

Are you a packer?  Does your suitcase look like this days before you set off? Or are you a pack rat?  Throwing stuff into a suitcase while the taxi driver waits impatiently at the front door. Or do you fall … Continue reading

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Repairers of the Breach

        The cadences of his speech still ring in my ears.  I can hear him, even today, as clearly as I heard him fifty years ago.  Although I wasn’t at the Washington Mall that August day, my … Continue reading

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Needles and Pins

I’ve been on needles and pins most of the week.  It’s questions that have put me there—questions that shake the very foundations of my thinking.  It all started with a memory of a question I encountered a long time ago.  … Continue reading

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Friday Five: Distant Teachers/Distant Friends

On Wednesday, I opened up the New York Times, flipped through the first section, and found there the obituary of the historian Pauline Maier.   She was a barrier-breaker.  In the forefront of American women historians.  There were earlier ones–Mary … Continue reading

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Friday Five: August Already???????????

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1.  First, how are you doing?   August–my favorite month.  Or so it used to be.  When I was a child, we’d pack up the car on the first Friday in August and head west across the plains to California … Continue reading

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