When God meets you at the beach
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When God meets you at the beach

I love a cold, crisp morning, when the sun’s just broken over the horizon. I bundle up in my thickest coat, pull on my mittens and hat, and make my way outside. It’s about a 10-minute walk through my neighbourhood, past still-sleeping houses. There are a few other early morning walkers out as well, some…

Our long walk
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Our long walk

That’s how prayer works, I thought. Prayer is holding hands.

The antidote to news-doom
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The antidote to news-doom

I awake from a nightmare in which all my human relationships have been threatened by my own actions