Sometimes, when I find a verse I especially like during my personal devotions, or if I come across a quote I want to remember, I write it on an index card. Then the index card usually floats around on the top of my desk for awhile before I stick it in a desk drawer with […]
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I had so many of them, Father, and you took them from me. You didn’t snatch them or threaten; you simply held them, waiting, while I, kicking and screaming, tried to reach. “No,” you said, and your voice was kind. The scratches did not hurt you; the screams did not move you; you waited while
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I have a picture of the two of us on my bookshelf. She is wearing her shiny blue windbreaker with the Wakarusa logo, her short hair mostly black, ruffled across her forehead, a little spiky. Me beside her, arm around her, grinning: deep-set eyes, hair parted flat against my head. I don’t pay attention to
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A criminal and I have one thing in common. Like any good criminal, I view myself as a good person. Better than most others, probably. “Perhaps the most surprising discovery in my early years of trying to understand the criminal mind was that, without exception, offenders regard themselves as good human beings,” writes Dr. Stanton
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I made a promise once. I meant it with all my shaking soul. I think it would be difficult to say what an influence that promise has had on my life, impossible to count how many times I have read it again or remembered it, crying. I don’t remember the date or the time of
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