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The Gethsemane Conundrum

The other day when the sun was shining, Marnell suggested tennis, which just happens to be my favorite sport.  We met with some friends on the courts beneath the hospital and above the St. Joseph’s River.  As the river glistened white and the sea gulls circled overhead, we tried out our rackets, or, I should say, […]

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Brakes

Marnell and I had just sat down with our plates last night at the haystack fundraiser, when he got a phone call.  His roommate was stranded beside the road somewhere, with a mechanical problem involving brake fluid dripping onto the roadway.  After a discussion with Marnell, they found someone to escort him to a friend’s house and […]

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Things That Die

“I don’t do flowers,” a woman told me recently. “They die.” I can’t remember who it was or what the context was… so she may have had additional reasoning that I missed. So I don’t criticize her statement and in fact, she was right.  Flowers die. Should we love things that die? Sunlight dies at […]

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Vocabulary from the Deep South

Of all the people I talked to about Marnell, Mary was perhaps the most skeptical. “Katrina,” she said, with the dozens of K’s at the beginning of the word, “You have to be reeeeaaaaallly careful about that. You’ve been independent for all these years, so you need to think that over and pray about it. […]

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No Burdens

It’s strange, how happiness awakens grief, as if the heart contains muscle memory of the ways it has been stretched. I called Barb, my friend from church, a few weeks ago to tell her about Marnell, who, as you know, was still mostly a stranger to me.  She thought he was a great idea, and said she […]

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