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Ashley Lande

The Genesis of Hope

The run-of-the-mill childhood illness had given his sister only a fever for three days and an itinerant rash on her torso. But in him,...

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Cynicism: The god of this age.

I was only 9 years old, in Mrs. Hagedorn’s third grade class, and to cap our economics unit at the end of that week we watched (on...

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How can it be? (Lost in the cosmos)

“I will be glad and rejoice in your love, For you saw my affliction And knew the anguish of my soul. You have not handed me over to the...

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Thy Kingdom Come.

“For the message of the cross is foolishness to those who are perishing, but to us who are being saved it is the power of God. For it...

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On Community and Belonging

I had finally arrived, I felt. This was it. This was the community I wanted, the community to which I yearned to belong. Babies crawled...

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Wonder

Life just wasn’t making sense that day. Disorientation and misunderstandings and general malaise hung about, shadowing and distorting...

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Ladies of the Sand and Sage

I don’t belong here, I thought to myself while politely nibbling on a store-bought sugar cookie with industrial-strength icing. Across...

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Why we homeschool, in too many words

First: I’m not a homeschooling zealot. I was dramatically (and, I hope, permanently) disenchanted of my brief love affair with zealotry...

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Birth and the Passion of Mary

“All the ways old aren’t new. Still the only way past is through. Little stars that form Orion’s belt, Before ziggy rat we wept and...

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Parents just don't understand... or wait, maybe it was me...

I had no idea what it meant to truly love and honor my parents until I had babies of my own. Before that, it seemed there was an...

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Hello, big bloggy world!

From the dawn of my conscious memory, I always wanted to be an artist, not a writer. Artists seemed so very deep, mysterious, alluring, ...

Deep Mystery