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Becoming free indeed

Becoming free indeed

By Jeff Koch
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Faith & Inspiration | The Fourth of July is a great day to celebrate freedom—from the Redcoats, of course. But on this Independence Day I also celebrate freedom from delusion—a…

I didn’t earn that pizza

I didn’t earn that pizza

By Chelsea Kolz Boes
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Books | When I was a child, I cheated at the Pizza Hut Book-It program. At the time, I didn’t apply the word cheat to the fudging I performed on my Book-It list. But…

We’ll always remember the flies

We’ll always remember the flies

By Chelsea Kolz Boes
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Marriage | My husband stood in the middle of the room with a tissue in hand, poised for attack. He craved the blood of two houseflies that plague our bedroom with their…

Writing hymns from experience

By Chelsea Kolz Boes
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Music | A woman sits in a ballooning black taffeta dress with her thin hands folded. Beneath her placid face with its broad nose, her dress buries what we believe on…

There is still hope

By Chelsea Kolz Boes
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Essay | Love always hopes. I rehearsed that phrase in my mind as we inched down the Virginia highway, a bursting green corridor that would lead Jonathan and me to our…

What has become of Andrée?

What has become of Andrée?

By Andrée Seu Peterson
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Faith & Inspiration | Because of neglect of regular dental check-ups—or because I didn’t choose my parents wisely—I find myself needing braces for my teeth. People under 30…

An intercultural union under Christ

An intercultural union under Christ

By Chelsea Kolz Boes
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Marriage | I stood in the corner of a Sunday school room last week, praying with nine other bridesmaids over my best friend Kayla. Her hair was curled, her dress was…

Calisthenics for the mind

Calisthenics for the mind

By Andrée Seu Peterson
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Essay | I have taken a second job at a local eatery. I thought it would be a piece of cake. I was used to being on the other side of the counter, where what the…

Writing Hemingway’s way

Writing Hemingway’s way

By Chelsea Kolz Boes
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Essay | “Chelsea, would you like to live in Paris for a short period of time?” My spirit groaned as I read this text message, which my fiancé sent me a few weeks…

Running in rhythm

Running in rhythm

By Chelsea Kolz Boes
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Essay | I’m generally a 10 o’clock in the morning woman. I dodge obligations that would separate me from my sheets at an earlier hour. My alarm rings, and I…

Help! It’s OK to need somebody

Help! It’s OK to need somebody

By Chelsea Kolz Boes
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Essay | My mother loses her car keys quite a lot. She always has. I have always known the scramble of her searching hands that upset purses, laundry, and piles of…

Here comes the sun … I hope

Here comes the sun … I hope

By Chelsea Kolz Boes
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Essay | I miss the sun. I miss the sun so much I can feel my body aching for it at the cellular level. I regard my face and arms in the mirror, wondering if they…

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