I’m a Texas American. I speak English like I was taught and have a Texas “twang.” I know this because in one of my past jobs, I answered the phone and determined who the caller was and if they needed to be transferred, or if I just needed to take a message with a number.
For a man who never darkened the doors of a church building, I have never met anyone more biblically moral. Certainly, no theologian and often frustrated by the men of organized religion, he retreated from the business dealings and social dwellings of commingling among them. There is irony in his story. Bitterness at the church, perhaps, but God-honoring in the way he lived. High strung, yet easy going. Eccentric, yet well respected. Long suffering, yet charitable… in private. I learned much from him, but he always told me, “If you are able, give what you have if they need it, but do it quietly.”
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I never thought I’d write poetry until an English professor prompted the class to write a poem about a personal struggle. I’d gone through a lot of personal turmoil, and I found a voice, scattered fragments of my soul bleeding across the page, between each line, and inside each word. A poem that healed a wound and gave me closure when I was sure there’d be none. I would’ve never picked up a book by Elizabeth Bishop had I not stumbled across her poem One Art, in a film. It struck a nerve in me, “The art of losing isn’t hard to master. So many things seemed filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster.”.
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