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ro column: February 2012
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Horizontal and vertical thoughts and the occasional diagonal. Wednesday, February 29, 2012. I do believe; help me overcome my unbelief! The gospel doesn't get as personal to me by my beliefs as by my unbeliefs. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). I end up eating my words. I do believe; help me overcome my unbelief! Columns i like to read. Alex Kim forced this on me. Man Found Alive with Two Legs. The little sous chef. Picture Window template. Powered by Blogger.
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ro column: Daily Poems
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Horizontal and vertical thoughts and the occasional diagonal. Tuesday, December 11, 2012. For the last few weeks, I've been trying to do what I did in college for a quarter: write a poem a day. Of course, maybe only one of out five poems are actually worth reading. But they all have been worth writing. So, I think I may post my favorite poem of the week, once a week. Here goes. At night, if I can hear past. The static of traffic, the vehicular whooshes,. I can perceive the leaves warming up wood-. Perhap...
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ro column: buffet or potluck
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Horizontal and vertical thoughts and the occasional diagonal. Sunday, November 11, 2012. I love potlucks. It's kind of like meeting your neighbors. You're never sure of what you're going to get, but there is always some serving of mac salad or mashed potatoes. And, the containers! From tupperware to foil, to someone's grandma's favorite casserole dish inherited from her uncle. It is a smorgasbord. I freely admit that I have been a free-loader, coming to churches in times recent and times past where I jus...
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ro column: March 2012
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Horizontal and vertical thoughts and the occasional diagonal. Monday, March 5, 2012. On a theme developed by Jeong-Mung Ju (1337-1392). From his poem on death). This body dies, a hundred deaths a day, dies,. Slumbering in surrender, rising to its demise. To be true to You, Lord, or it lies. 이몸이 죽고 죽어 일백 번 고쳐 죽어. 백골이 진토되어 넋이라도 있고 없고. 임 향한 일편 단심이야 가실 줄이 있으랴. Should this body die and die again a hundred times over,. White bones turning to dust, with or without trace of soul,. Friday, March 2, 2012.
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ro column: June 2011
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Horizontal and vertical thoughts and the occasional diagonal. Friday, June 17, 2011. I need plastic surgery. The Asian concept of saving-face is a kind of face-lift. And like face-lifts, there is a specific aspect to saving-face that has always struck me as odd. It is in the realm of gifts. I didn't know what all the hubbub was about. When somebody brought over a gift, there was always an outcry, something like "oh, you really didn't have to do that! A gift tiff, if you will. But I am wondering, and I th...
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ro column: carpe poem #3
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Horizontal and vertical thoughts and the occasional diagonal. Friday, December 28, 2012. I have been reading lately Foster's book on Prayer. And I find that the prayers I tend to avoid are those that look inward. I like every other room in the house, except my closet space. Why is that? And when I do peer inward, sometimes it is so messy that all I want to do is throw everything into an incinerator. Other times it is easy to justify my room. But what if God speaks through you, to you? I sank in cushions.
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ro column: carpe poem #5
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Horizontal and vertical thoughts and the occasional diagonal. Thursday, January 10, 2013. I admit I have been slowing down. I've been distracted lately. It sometimes takes too much to try to write a poem, and it sometimes comes pouring out as easily as spilling water. Here is a poem I had worked on before. Thanks for reading. To disturb the pale. Body as I raked. Having made its bed. In the wet dark,. It had snacked on earth in secret. And earth, passing, covered it. In being suddenly illuminated,.
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ro column: April 2011
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Horizontal and vertical thoughts and the occasional diagonal. Wednesday, April 13, 2011. Towards a Blogging Ministerium. What if I could get a bunch of pastors together to blog for a particular generation of blog-readers? With commentators and scholars who have studied the same passage with more rigor. We stand, if not on the shoulders of giants, at least shoulder-to-shoulder with fellow stone-slingers against them. On the whole, we need to write. And I need to write. So, help us write together i...
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ro column: May 2011
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Horizontal and vertical thoughts and the occasional diagonal. Monday, May 2, 2011. If you have ever read anything by Kafka, you'll understand why his surname has been adjectivized: kafkaesque. As in something senseless, complex, and menacing. Like his story "Metamorphosis," where, if you recall, a man wakes up one morning to find himself turned into a cockroach the size of a divan. I am not trying to lay out the entire treatise here, but I am trying to explain how fascinating Kafka's story is with regard...
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ro column: carpe poem #2
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Horizontal and vertical thoughts and the occasional diagonal. Tuesday, December 18, 2012. Let poems be what they are, speak into context-less contexts, blank pages of life. I think poems are context-creating things, putting frames on life, which is why I think so many poems are about nature, because nature frames us these days. How many of our forests and groves and copses now border our neighborhoods and city limits? Okay, poetic rambling ends here. Here is another poem. I have set its hedges down.
