The kid has everything. I have nothing. He is free, and he is blind. I am bound, yet I see. It is a strange truth.
The Other Story
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To worship a God who inspires violence, is to worship violence. And I do not worship violence. There’s enough of that already in our world.
The Thing Itself
You look at the painting, and you say to yourself, “Yes it is! It is a pipe!”
It’s like you are having an argument with the painting.
Chinese Landscape Painting
In Chinese landscape paintings, you might occasionally see a human, or the hint of human presence…
Shoe Story
Not to be outdone by a bunch of scrawny pigeons, Isabel ran at them, waving her hands and kicking her feet.
This had better results. The pigeons flew away.
But something else also flew.
In the Arms of Simeon
I opened the door and placed the milk jug into the snow.
We sat there, in the quiet, looking out at the empty ball field.
“I used to play here when I was a kid,” he said.
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It doesn’t matter who you are or who you love. You are welcome here.
