Denise, the writer

Anger

By Denise, 1990s “God is a righteous judge who expresses his wrath every day. If he does not relent he will sharpen his sword, he will bend and straighten his bow. He has prepared deadly weapons he makes ready his flaming arrows.” Psalm 7 I used to take great offense at Old Testament readings that […]

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Justice: Is it Un-American?

Denise ~1992 Resurrection Farm newsletter Meghan McKenna, in her tapes on justice in the Bible redefines it for us. God’s justice is that everyone gets what they deserve. And everyone, being a child of God, a creation of the Almighty, a beloved of the Creator, deserves life, a full life, a life of being valued […]

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Common Ground

Denise Autumn 1990 Resurrection Farm newsletter The great truths of Christianity are mostly always paradoxes. “To lose your life is to save it.” “Even though he dies, he will life forever.” “Blessed are they who mourn.” Jesus was the God-man, the victim-savior, the died-risen. To be a follower of Christ is to be able to […]

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Why I didn’t become a nuclear physicist

Denise, 2007 When I was a junior in high school, in 1959, I got a 99 in the standardized test for biology. I was very pleased with myself and toyed with the idea of becoming a scientist. Nuclear Physics sounded good, although most of what I knew of it came from science fiction movies and […]

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Magoo: a Dog Story

Denise, 2004 We wanted a small dog, a Benji, a pupnot a hulking Heinz 57 like you. Sad, nearsighted Doberman mix,sitting in the cornerlike a chastised child. “She shakes hands.”The woman said.And you did, raising a black and tan paw.And we fell madly in love with your lop-eared faceand decidedly goofy demeanor. You moved right […]

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The Sound of Winter

Denise, 2006 The winter of ’86 was especially bitter.  An early December blizzard left mountains of dirty brown snow on the shopping center parking lots and later snows froze on the roads and sidewalks. The holidays had been particularly restless ones for Dan, who disliked holidays, birthdays, and anything requiring emotional participation.  So one morning […]

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