Writer's Block

There I am, staring at a blank Word Doc. Already, I can hear the voice of some parody of my sixth grade teacher. She’s fierce with bulging eyes, snapping the white board with a wooden pointer; the board reads in big, bold letters “HOOK.” She says, “You’ve got about seven words before your reader gets bored!”

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A Reflection on Day of Prayer

Imagine it is utterly dark. All around you there are voices, some high, some low, some so distant they are mostly if not totally inaudible, others so close you feel like you could reach out and touch them. Each voice contributes in turn, but all together they are one. United. Complete. Beautiful. You raise your voice, too, and in that very same way your own voice is distinguishable, and yet it is part of a bigger whole.

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