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    The Night I Stole Baby Jesus – A Case for Killing Lions

    December 1994.  The tires screeched, spinning out on slick wet asphalt as we raced around the corner in the getaway car. Mary and Joseph were securely in our possession in the back of our speeding SUV with the hatch still open. Mission accomplished…or so we thought. Images from all the best chase scenes of the...

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    I Am His Favorite

    It was a shimmering rehearsal dinner, the headwaters of which were most certainly in Eternity. Cherie and I were basking in the midst, poignantly aware of the premium of the joy between us. You know how it goes: weddings can be a charged mirror reflecting back the current state of the union. We’ve attended our...

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    Wild and Free – A Conservation Ethic

    I nearly wet my pants. Energy from lightning ripped through the ground and I could feel it, even hear a faint, eerie hum.  The air was electrified, the sky ablaze as the sun dropped behind the jagged peaks of the Flat Tops Wilderness Area.   The sound of bull elk bugling in the early twilight crescendoed...

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    Oxen.Shit.Life.

    I still don’t get it: watching parades is like crack for my kids.  Any of you in this season of parenting know what I’m talking about: St. Patrick’s Day, Fourth of July, Memorial Day—you name it, the kids go crazy. Granted, where else can you join throngs of people cheering as the fire truck goes...

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    Gone Fishin’

    The morning fog hovers like a shroud over the still, glassy waters.  Through trial and error over the week, my son and I have patterned the bass that once in a while work their way out of the weedy shelf seventy-five yards from shore and come into the shallows. On this particular morning, we are...

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    What Do I Need to Grieve?

    It was a $5,282.00 period at the end of a short and beautiful sentence that was my brother’s life: the cost of the permanent gravestone I saw for the first time today.  The reality of the eighteen-month losing battle with brain cancer, like a sledge hammer, once again knocked me off my feet. I have...

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