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New Years Eve peace march to remember those in Chicago who were violently taken from us this year.
May God bless their families. May we be worthy of their legacies.
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Their favorites: a drone and a metal detector. Just warm enough to try them out this afternoon.
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Is it possible to eat too many xiao long bao? Not in our experience.
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Christmas breakfast: sourdough cinnamon rolls.
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Yup.
Happy Christmas Eve from Bronzeville.
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Cold front moving in; geese moving out.
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This afternoon, an hour south of the city, we watched a short-eared owl glide past reclining bison as it hunted voles and mice in the tall grass prairie.
The Midwest is the best.
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Afternoon family walk.
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An afternoon walk. Love this city.
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“The call to repentance I understand as a call to be liberated from our human perceived need to be God and instead to assume our rightful place in the world as humble Two-leggeds in the circle of creation with all the other created.”
George Tinker
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Still my favorite Advent song.
“We’ve lost our fathers
We’ve lost our mothers
We didn’t quite think it would be this hard
To endure the Christmas time…
Who can defeat the time we live in? Who can defeat the time we die in?”
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It is, for me, a strange way of reading Scripture which understands the creator God as desiring righteousness in our bodies or justice in our societies but not both.
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How old do your kids have to be before they stop randomly crashing into things and falling off of other things?
It gets real dramatic real quick around here.
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Lots to be grateful about despite our collective strange and difficult circumstances. Blessings to all who are lonely and grieving today.
Today I’m especially thankful for Maggie. I could not have imagined a better companion and coconspirator.
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Drippy day-off walk through Jackson Park.
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Scrumptious apple hand-pies with cheddar crust from Sarah Owens’ sourdough cookbook.
For breakfast, obviously.
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From today’s newsletter: “In the end, much of our attempted diplomacy ends up being little more than negotiating around the edges of an inferno. Or some polite conversation amidst unmitigated theft and plunder.”
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There are worse ways to start the day than with a couple loaves of pumpkin-raisin sourdough.
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One of our wintertime companions.
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Midwestern autumn.
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“Whiteness comes to rest in space. The maturity whiteness aims at always forms segregated spaces. It forms lives lived in parallel, whether separated by miles or inches. It constructs bordered life, life lived in separate endeavors of wish fulfillment.”
Willie James Jennings
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Sourdough crust, homemade tomato sauce, pickled jalapeños, bacon, mozzarella, & ricotta. Can’t begin to describe how tasty this was!
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New bedtime reading.
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Saint Dorothy has joined Saint Ida on my study wall.
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Still.
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