The story of any one of us is in some measure the story of us all. ~Frederick Buechner

Posts tagged ‘JPUSA’

Noise

Noise is a big part of community. It takes some getting used to. First there is the noise of the city. Sirens, trains, car horns, traffic,…

The March

Today was a good day. We marched a funeral march, mourning the loss of lives, a humility march, ashamed of my white privilege, ashamed of the…

Staying

After reading Rebecca’s post, it reminded me very strongly of my re-entry back into the community in 2009. Having lived here for a year from 2005-06,…

Strangely Comfortable

  It was a rainy day, and chilly. I was hurrying back from Walgreen’s with my son’s prescription and a lot on my mind. As usual,…

Freedom

You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.” – Inigo Montoya It seems to me that Americans in…

Elevator Lady

For several years now the Lord has been working on my attitude toward those around me. Lately, He has been impressing upon me to love the…

The Walk

Through my life the steps that I’ve taken on freshly cut grass so gentle and fragrant soft, green blades pushing up against my feet between my…

Community Part II

The loss of whole days to incapacitating back pain ultimately cost me my freelance design job (understandably so, the man who hired me was truly sorry…

Community Part I

Community living is loud. At any given moment, doors are slamming, kids are shouting, sirens are blaring on the streets below, the sounds of guitars and…