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Poem: Toll Taken
So all this world’s schemes Are but fuel for our dreams What our foes think will staunch us Become rockets to launch us
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Sex 207. Loving Life
I have tasted all the pleasures of this world, from the sublime heights of philosophy to the sordid depths of passion. All start out sweet as honey to my mouth, but end up bitter as gall in my stomach. This… is the reverse.
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Poem: CIS-appointment
God is not Dis-appointed with us Rather He has Cis-appointed us
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Sex 206. Loving Father
Me: You have got to be kidding me. Don’t you know where we are? What I did to get here? What I’ve been doing since I got here? Father: Yes. Practicing!
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Poem: Unblind Rage
Anger is God’s potent gift To cause our perspective to shift From passive estrangement To risky engagement
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Sex 205. Loving Death
The bar is dark. I feel like I’ve been stuck in a cave for three days. The drinks taste awful, but they’re cheap. All they cost is my soul. Which I’m trying to get rid of anyway, since it stinks worse than these drinks. Then HE comes in…
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Poem: Consumption Presumption
But what if the tables are turned And Grace is not something I earned
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Sex 107B. #JuliasRoom: Feeling a False Pretext
The emotional hashtag #JuliasRoom refers to the sense of dislocation felt when the character realizes something is “off,” even though he is getting exactly what he asked for.
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Slam: God Trained
When it’s time to mature Then the things that were sure Must be turned to manure So in Christ we’re made pure
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Poem: Among Us
When He was among us We walked where He lead Now He has brung us To walk in His stead
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Poem: Union with Christ (First to Last)
Union with Christ is our Alpha The safety from which we begin But He must become our Omega With we and our world free from sin
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Limerick: Step by Misstep
A life of perfect obedience Is not what God wants most from us
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Limerick: Heart for Hard Tests
When we find ourselves failing life’s test Seek out One who knows us best
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Systematic Graceology
The ultimate purpose and practice of Spiritual Formation is: Identifying the Anxieties for which we currently lack Grace Training us to Catharize them by the Cross of Christ More formally:
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Poem: Fishy Calling
I must be the priest To reach for the least I must be the saint Who goes where God ain’t
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Limerick: Unclean Healing
Much harder to go to a cross And bear all the world’s shame and loss

