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(Author's Note: Apologies for the long hiatus. I blame life, school, and...well, more life. I hope to write more from now on.)The little boy placed a book into his backpack that day. He thought that rather than walking hither and yon, as he had in the past, he might instead find a place on the mountain to simply sit quietly and enjoy a story. The boy had just the place in mind: a clearing not

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God teaches many different lessons in many different ways. Sometimes He teaches through Scripture, sometimes He teaches through circumstance, and sometimes He teaches by revealing Himself in nature. Sometimes, however, I am particularly stiff-necked, and at those times God brings people into my life who get it; those spiritual obstacles I refuse to overcome, they have already left behind.

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Perhaps by now you have begun to notice, dear reader, that the little boy has discovered many things which he ought to have known before. "How is it possible," you may ask, "that he never knew there was a cave near his own house, or that he had never seen the lamb dancing on the cliff before?" These are good questions, and you ought to be proud of yourself for having asked them of me.The reason

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People always ask Richmond whether or not he was named after the city in Virginia. Honestly, I don't remember whether he was or not -- I only mention it to assure you that yes, that is his real name.Richmond and I were members of the same debate club in high school. When the club discussions became too serious, overly tense, or just plain boring, we took it upon ourselves to interject arguments

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One morning while the boy was climbing on the mountain, it began to rain. Usually, the boy enjoyed watching the rain, and even playing in it. This rain, however, was very heavy, and began to soak through the boy's bag of food which he had brought with him. The boy knew that if he didn't get out of the rain soon, his bread for lunch would be ruined. The village was too far away, and so he

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Abigail Faye taught me about flooring, sign language, oil rigs, the tribe of Benjamin, constellations, Irish dancing, gelatin, insulation, the importance of transmission fluid, gypsy princes, the contents of pepperoni, goats who like to bite people, and faith.I met this dancing lamb on Mississippi's gulf coast, during a week-long trip to aid in post-Hurricane Katrina reconstruction. We met on a

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One night, the little boy could not sleep. There was a very loud thunderstorm outside. It was not the storm, however, that kept him awake. The boy was very excited, and kept thinking about all the adventures he would have on the mountain the next day. He was so excited, in fact, that he climbed out of his bed before the sun rose the next morning and prepared some food to carry with him. At dawn,

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Josh and I talk sometimes. We talk about tea and papers and chocolate and philosophy and pears and love. Mostly about love, really, though chocolate comes in a close second. Each of us has experienced love, and then at times not experienced love, so it's a subject of great interest to us. We talk about people being together and apart, and how the former is generally a great improvement over

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What does Reshaped mean?The Bible talks a lot about the change which takes place in a person's life and being once they receive the love of Christ. This is not a simple change or a minor improvement, like painting a racing stripe down the side of your car. Instead, as C.S. Lewis says:It is not like teaching a horse to jump better and better, but like turning a horse into a winged creature. Of

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One morning, the little boy woke up and told his mother, "I think I will climb the mountain today. Don't worry, I will be careful, and I will be back tonight." He packed some pears to eat and some water to drink, and set out into the forest that stretched upward toward the mountain's peak.In the forest, the boy discovered many things -- trees that grew upside down with their roots in the air,

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This is my sister, Anne, seen here sporting a mistletoe headband and a smear of chocolate on her chin, along with her hopelessly adorable smile. In addition to being my youngest sister, she is also the talking rose. But perhaps I should back up a little.The term "wanderlust" was practically invented for me. Born and raised in a small town, I've always longed to go see the world -- China,

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Once upon a time, there was a very big mountain. Mind you, when I say the mountain was big, I mean that it was simply enormous. No one knew quite how big it was. Once every few years, someone would try to climb to the very top. Every time this happened, the people who lived at the bottom of the mountain would wait patiently for them to return. Every time this happened, they would return very

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