Posts by John Blase

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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The Advent Letters

Hi. It’s me again, Lord, We lit the second candle of Advent this morning at church. But you know that. I’m fairly sure that second candle represents some character or some theme of this season, but I can’t find a consensus and our pastors have veered a bit off-script this year, so I’m content to…

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The Advent Letters

Well, Lord, It’s me again. I’m not sure what wisdom, if any, there is in writing you a letter because you knoweth all things, my sitting down and my rising up, my restless thoughts from afar. Still, I want to believe you enjoy hearing from me in this way because you made me a man…

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The Coyote Get Up

I do CrossFit. That sentence is probably horribly grammatically incorrect, but I don’t care. I tell ya, grammar-correctors wear me slap out. One of the movements or exercises we did this week was something called a Turkish Get Up – https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-_zTytmHM94. The young buck in this video is handling a dumbell, but its often performed with…

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Bright Mornings

Early winter storm on Sunday. That’s what the weather diviners pointed to all week, and today, on cue, they struck snow. I opened the blinds and immediately shivered at the sight of white. Early winter storm indeed, too early for me. There was the usual temptation to check social media, find out what’s going on…

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Time Gets Away From Us

“To redeem the lost.” That line occurs on the very first page of Patti Smith’s melancholic M Train as a reason for why we write. I underlined the phrase when I first read the book last fall. I was charmed by it again when I opened the book last night to begin a second trip on the…

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This I Know

1. What can wash away my sin? Nothing but the blood of Jesus. But what was sin at nine or ten? Sin something only grownups did. For Jesus, he loves the little children. “Suffer them to come.” In other words, green light.   Refrain: Come and sit by my side if you love me. And…

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On Turning Fifty-One

Some they wear their hearts pinned to soft sleeves for all to see and break. But not me. I keep my heart in my pant’s front pocket a’jingling in there among the copper coins. I made this decision early, early in the spring of my life as I lay wrapped in a patchwork quilt my…

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For Your Consideration

I present for your consideration shrewdness as the virtue most needed as Lady Liberty flickers – such shrewdness as that preached by the Virgin’s son. We well know that evil that must be dragged into midday sun so the searing heat of truth can cook away all but bones. Yet what we’ve to contend with…

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