Posts by John Blase

The God-Who-Belongs

He told me there were typos in his prayer book*. Sure enough—incline Your car to our lamentations. I did not see that coming. After that my so easily distractible mind could do little else other than add colors to a psalmy paint-by-numbers scene of God in His car, leaning slightly out the window to hear…

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The Last of These

All my father’s friends are dying. As is nature’s way, clumps of two or three at a time hearing the river call their name, and they must answer. Because these men loved my father in this life, they left the wish that he be the one to stand above and say Let not your hearts…

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Is That What You’re In The Mood To Do?

I asked the angel if I should be reading my Bible every day, if I’m to be disciplined in eating the words of God and His authors. I don’t know much about angels but my gut told me the angel was miffed by my question but nevertheless sang out Is that what you’re in the…

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Noel

Blessed be the One Who made us. Blessed be the One Who made me— made me a man who as a boy fell in love with Christmas and never recovered— made me a man who makes wishes on December stars and calls them prayers— made me a man who trusts implicitly in angels and shepherds…

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In The Darkest

It is a vision that struck me as odd for I’d not seen it before. I noticed the heart of the word “prayer” is the word “ray.” Not the name of a man who possibly wears sideburns and prefers classic country and the smell of Old Spice. But rather “ray” as in a beam of…

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Light of the Moon

The dream of being lost is nothing new. Over the course of my 52yrs I’d say 99% have been electric, charged with low-grade fear, something or someone in dogged pursuit. But last night represented the other 1% for I found myself lost yet at ease. Still chased by whatever but strangely at peace. The difference,…

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Whatabout

Did you hear the latest from Trump?   Well whatabout Obama?— Whatabout Clinton?— Whatabout Bush?— Whatabout Reagan?— And whatabout that Jack Kennedy?—   Round and round we go naming each bead of the human rosary, each bead once more removed from now. Never giving ourselves over to our life we forfeit the only instant we…

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We, Like Children

She didn’t say her father died or her dad died. She said my daddy died. That word revealed to me all I needed to know in that moment about a grown woman weeping like a child lost in the dark. She then told me she’d asked for a sign as she stood still by his…

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Indeed

The truth be told – He’d grown fond of them. God admired all His creation, declared every jot and tittle good, of this there was no doubt. But those two grew on Him in a surprising way. God gained the thrill of falling in love. The trespass of trees and fruit was no mere trifle,…

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C’mon, C’mon

I sit at the edge of dawn prodding C’mon, c’mon. Let there be light. The sky through my kitchen window is blue-black, like a blood blister, like yesterday’s sun got pinched in the doorway of dusk and then all went dark. So, might as well sleep. But now the blister is draining, clearing. C’mon, c’mon.…

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