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By James Kissinger
“At my grandmother’s funeral in 1999, you handed me a note card that read: “Ophelia and John, how special they were, how good they were to me…” In that moment of complete agony, through your words, you brought a smile to my face. I still have that card. It’s framed and hanging on [...]
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By James Kissinger
From John Eldredge - Desire:
By the grace of God, we cannot quite pull it off. In the quiet moments of the day we sense a nagging within, a discontentment, a hunger for something else. But because we have not solved the riddle of our existence, we assume that something is wrong-not with life, [...]
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By James Kissinger
I saw Lucinda Williams perform live this past week. It was my first time to see her in concert and my expectations for the show were somewhere in the stratosphere. I’ve been a fan for years … she hooked me with lyrics, and I tolerated her vocals early on. She was kind of [...]
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By James Kissinger
“God relishes surprise. We want lives of simple, predictable ease—smooth, even trails as far as the eye can see—but God likes to go off-road. He provokes us with twists and turns. He places us in predicaments that seem to defy our endurance and comprehension—and yet don’t. By his love and grace, we persevere. [...]
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By James Kissinger
This past weekend I found myself angry at my dad because my chainsaw quit working. Yep, angry at a 69 year old man who lives 5 hours away because I couldn’t get a power tool to work. A few weeks ago we had an ice storm. A really bad ice storm. We have [...]
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By James Kissinger
“Deep down within me words move in phrases
Frozen and still ’til they decide
To melt and drip over the pages
Until that moment they live inside
You can’t kill my words, they know no bounds My words are strong …”
– from the song Words by Lucinda Williams
Each of us has a treasure trove of words inside of [...]
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By James Kissinger
“My heart started to race, and my palms grew damp. I walked down the bus aisle to the tiny restroom in the rear and washed up in the metal basin. I studied my face in the mirror and wondered what New Yorkers would think when they looked at me. Would they see an [...]
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By James Kissinger
“… my prison was just an open cage,
there were no keys, no guards,
just one frightened man and some old shadows for bars.”
– Bruce Springsteen – Living Proof
I earn a living in sales. I’ve been selling in some form or fashion most all of my life. I was a scrawny kid growing up, 5 [...]
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By James Kissinger
In the first article I wrote for this site, Daughters, I mentioned a new tradition our family began in 2008 - the awarding of the “Best Campfire Story” trophy on our family camping trips. We’d long told stories around the campfire, but the addition of this five dollar trophy made something that was [...]
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By James Kissinger
I’ve been tasked to write once a week. I shouldn’t even say tasked … I asked to do it. Doesn’t sound like much, does it? Really, it’s not. Oh, oh, oh, oh … Wednesday deadline. Deadline. I hate that word. Sounds like somebody’s gonna die if it doesn’t happen. Usually Greg and Tim [...]
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