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Category Archives: From the basement
Why do I do these things?
No, this isn’t another post about the dark dismalness of life and the existential angst that usually goes with such murmuring. This is about my inability to say no to simple things. This weekend I drove for 14 hours, crossed … Continue reading
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The hymn that floats around my head at such times. Especially the last verse. Pure genius. Pure Grace. How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord,is laid for your faith in his excellent word!What more can he say than … Continue reading
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Thoughts on the darkness.
One of my biggest fears in the darkness is that it may mean that God has forsaken me forever, that, like Saul, I have been forsaken by the living God. Which places this quote into the context of beautiful relief … Continue reading
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Music that soothes the soul
Last Thursday I went to see Karine Polwart with a friend. It was an amazing gig, mainly for the sad sweet melancholy songs that she plays. With lines like: “Maybe there’s a road that’s not this hard.” and “I can’t … Continue reading
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Back to blogging
Phew. To be honest that picture below is all I have felt like saying here for a while. That’s the trouble with writing a blog based on being real. When I can’t figure out what is real anymore things get … Continue reading
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