Posts by John Blase

THE ROAD HOME

Isn’t it rich? Streisand’s voice posed that question on the radio, and that’s all I could think early yesterday morning, winding our way up Hwy 270 from Hot Springs to Fort Smith so we could then hang a left for Colorado, for home. I find that stretch of road always beautiful, but yesterday it was…

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Palm Sunday 2019

(I wrote something similar to this back in 2012. I’ve edited it a bit, as the first version has Jesus, and John, with fists clenched against the coming tide. That’s how I saw it then, felt it then. But I see things differently this morning. I see them no less courageous, but their hands are…

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The Tender War

a fascination for melancholia – its a phrase I first found in M Train by Patti Smith. I fell in love with it. You can do that, you know – fall in love with a word or two or four. You fall in love with them the way Adam fell in love with Eve because…

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A Peach Tree Bloomed in Texas

Seven years ago, when I turned forty-five, my mother sent me a note card. On the front of the card, in her distinct cursive, she wrote – Just thought you’d like to know. Inside the card her cursive continued to spell out details of the time surrounding my birth. She wrote – Out on the…

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Gosh

And I really have enjoyed my stay/But I must be moving on. ~ Supertramp On Wednesday of this past week, I gave notice to my employer and work colleagues that May 1st will be my last day. I must be moving on. On Friday of this coming week, I will celebrate fifty-two years of living…

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A Garden Story

Once upon a time God had a dream, a dream of creating one god-like but also earth-like, one filled with the stuff of heaven while mixed with the dust of here. Now nothing like this had ever been tried before, but God was the great and powerful God after all, so God took the earth’s…

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You Just Never Know

I suppose I could take a StrengthsFinder test. But one of my strengths (ahem) is that I’m a contrarian, so I buck against that. Yet I have been noodling on my strong points lately, trying to line up a vision of dominoes, so to speak, for some things I’d like to do in the second…

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Good-bye

{A letter to our pastor as he leaves our congregation for another. “Shellie” died about a year ago.} Tyg, Of all the words about the spiritual life, or simply life for that matter, that I have witnessed to be true in my almost but not quite 52yrs now, these may be the truest. They come…

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Now That I Am Almost Old

newer things have littler appeal. Certainly I yearn to see where my children will fly and what my life will look like in the shadow of their wings. But it is the personal particulars of my past that seem to boldly buoy hope – Harrison’s poems I’ve read umpteen times, the fading photograph of our…

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The Advent Letters

Mornin’, Lord. I’m sorry I haven’t written in a handful of days. What with wrapping up work, and the kids all coming in, and trying to multiply figurative loaves and fish to buy literal gifts for everyone, well, I got sorta scrambled. As your servant and my friend, Brennan, used to say: “these things happen.”…

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