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He’s a baby floating in a basket, an orphan plucked from the river’s current. He’s an Egyptian prince who lost his crown. A murderer. A man on the run. A shepherd in the dry desert land. But Moses said to God, “Who am I that… Continue Reading “I AM”

Shall We Dance…

No content comes into our lives free-floating: it is always embedded in a form of some kind.—Eugene Peterson I ponder Peterson’s words and wonder are they true. Leaning in to see if anything I’ve learned exists without experience tied to it in some way.… Continue Reading “Shall We Dance…”