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Thanks, Kershaw
Baseball is a grace of God. Not because it’s perfect, or that everything about it is holy, but because it brings enjoyment. And since enjoyment is a gift from God (Ecclesiastes 2:24-25), it must be a grace. This is especially true when your team is winning, but even when they’re not. In baseball, like all…
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The Longest Shadow
It’s almost poetic that my dad would die on the day of the winter solstice, or sometimes called “the longest night of the year.” Only he and I would likely find it so. Because for years he has called me, almost without fail, to remind me that the days are either getting longer or shorter.…
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On Being Fragile and Calling 9-1-1
“Call 9-1-1” Bethany had never told me that before so I knew this was serious. “9-1-1, what’s your emergency?” “Yeah, hi… my wife is on the ground and she’s experiencing some kind of chest pain. I don’t know what to do.” After some basic questions about my location the operator asked: “How old is she?”…
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Somewhere Between an Artist and an Engineer
I’ve been thinking a lot about identity. Dad was a building engineer. I say “was” because he’s technically retired, but not because he’s stopped. To this day he continues to build. His 5 acres in the rolling hills of Kentucky are filled with barns and buildings of which he and my mom have designed and…
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That Was The First
One year ago today, on a rainy night in Prague, our plane touched down in what would be our initial move to the Czech Republic. It was from our hotel room just across the street from the airport that I wrote these words and posted them to this blog. This is the first. This is…