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THE LOST SHEEP
Mrs. G. has become one of my favorite teachers, in memory. I was seven or eight-years-old when I stepped into her class, at Jason Lee Elementary, she stole my “creative” heart. ...
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MIRROR, MIRROR
The older I get (and I mark one more journey around the sun this week) the more I notice (irritatingly) how many mirrors we have in our home. In my...
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May 10, 2022
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CROWNS
One lunchtime, during my college days, I was seated in my favorite corner of my favorite neighborhood café, around the corner from the school, when a friend of mine walked...
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May 03, 2022
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FILLING IN THE GAPS
A BLOG by Pastor Ken Rickett John 5: 1-9 Some time later came one of the Jewish feast days and Jesus went up to Jerusalem. There is in Jerusalem, near...
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April 26, 2022
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SCARS
Our home is like a beautiful “storage room”, we have a lot of stuff. But I can point to each item of mine and tell you the story behind it, and...
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April 19, 2022
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THE EASTER HYMN
So, I grew up in church. We went to Highland Church of God in Kennewick, Washington – every time the door was open. Dad sang in , and directed the choir....
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April 13, 2022
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DIFFERENT ANGLES
I am missing Marge and Tom in different ways and at different times, each passing year. The grieving doesn’t lessen, it just changes. Marge and Tom are known to me...
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April 06, 2022
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HOKEY-POKEY SHAKES
A BLOG by Pastor Ken Rickett “Behold I make all things new. . . “ I find myself intrigued, awed, and appreciative of Rick’s series on a “Hokey Pokey Lent”:...
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March 30, 2022
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DAMASCUS
His Hebrew name was Saul, and his Greek name was Paul. I’ve been reading his letters in the scripture for as long as I can remember. My relationship with him is complicated. I can’t...
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March 22, 2022
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KNOWN BY HEART
I was a small boy who could barely read when my mother began instilling in my little brain the idea of memorizing things: phone numbers, addresses, scripture, poems. She was...
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