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between the Holy & untouchable.
There's something about words that have the ability to unlock what's hidden. Just the other morning I sat down, reached deep in my gut, and pulled out one of the million stories hidden there. I dusted it off and began playing it over and over in my mind unt...

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when I have not seen
Has Jesus ever been hard to hear? To see? To feel? Does it ever feel like he's far away? Unreachable? Quiet? Distant? He's felt like that a lot for me lately. Today I feel overwhelmed. There's been a lot of life happening these last several months -a LOT of...

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For such a time as this...
Today, in the midst of national terror, local racism, deep hurt, & rising fear may we be reminded that we still have access to a God who is on the throne, still constant, and still working all things for our good. May we be reminded of the hope that tomorro...

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Reentry: the pictures I didn't take.
Written about a week ago, but still as true as
ever:  As I reenter American suburbia and try my
hardest to not act like I'm miserably out of place and totally wrecked on the
inside, I'm finding myself experiencing a little bit of reverse culture shock. I cl...

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The leper's feet...
The women in the leprosy ward have broken me ten
times over in these past six weeks.  They love being admitted here.  In fact, they
come back with only minor wounds, trying to get admitted just to get back in on
the fellowship and family of the other women....

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Becoming the patient: 3 nights in an Indian isolation ward.
In the last four days I have been pumped with 3 or 4 different antibiotics, some antispasmodics, a few different antiemetics, antipyretics, the generic acetaminophen and ibuprofen, a holy ton of normal saline, and so much more… That’s a lot of drugs for a s...

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Becoming the patient: 3 nights in an Indian isolation ward.
In the last four days I have been pumped with 3 or 4 different antibiotics, some antispasmodics, a few different antiemetics, antipyretics, the generic acetaminophen and ibuprofen, a holy ton of normal saline, and so much more… That’s a lot of drugs for a s...

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There is beauty here.
The fan hums loudly above us and a constant breeze courses through the outpatient room. Papers rustle with the invisible motion, but the work of holding and pinning them down is well worth the benefit. It's hot here, yet not as hot as it usually is during t...

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When I'm not Invincible...
First day of work, worthy of telling, but not for those with
a weak stomach: I thought I'd start my day with a nice healthy breakfast of eggs and toast.   Ha.  I burned my toast because the gas grill is a beast and has
no “low” option. I made eggs; they wer...

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Welcome to India
Just in case you thought this stuff might be glamorous, let
me recap the last roughly 72 hours for you: I have done a lot of flying. In that flying, I have gotten
nauseous from the altitude and turbulence, been slept on by a man from Bali,
listened to two s...
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