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 During a panic attack, I try to whisper the Jesus Prayer: it causes the taut sense of terror to become slack, and draws me away from th... [read more] |
 There once was a woman named Susan Her health she was seriously abusin' She would drink day and night Knew it wasn't right Feared her... [read more] |
 at first the words were stone in my mouth silent, heavy, unyielding you pressed a coin into my palm— thirty for betrayal, or t... [read more] |
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Outside the skylight, morning breathes— not a riddle, not a veil, but a hand stretched open, stea... [read more] |
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Lord, I pray that when I am laid out on my deathbed a final Jesus Prayer will have been on my last breath, and with my fading thoughts... [read more] |
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I agree with you, Brother Fyodor, the place where my soul is most complete is, in accordance to our Elder Sister Mary's choice, clinging to... [read more] |
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. . . the common salvation . . . the faith which was once delivered unto the saints. ---Jude 1:3 Lord Jesus Christ, regnant King and G... [read more] |
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I am grateful for understanding the reason we close our eyes when we kiss…and when we dream is because some of the the most won... [read more] |
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May we be blessed to understand…. where our true beauty actually comes from…. How, when we look for beauty in everything around us th... [read more] |
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Sometimes I wonder about our eyes… it’s true without them we couldn’t see all the beauty on this Earth surrounding you…surround... [read more] |
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A flawed, Orthodox Christian, I prayed that this affliction ends soon;; but Christ showed me that it was a spiriitual opportunity to soar mo... [read more] |
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My father came in and said, "That d-mn Mike just sh-t a pile!" The memory, more than fifty years old, always brings a smile. Mike was a larg... [read more] |
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To God;s Word, I have always felt an innate attraction. But on the sharp shoals of my own sins, my soul was shipwrecked. Yet. Jesus---like a... [read more] |
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I Was Homeless Once I was homeless once— not metaphor, but pavement, the night’s breath stiff with diesel, a borrowed coat tha... [read more] |
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I am more than tranverse myelitis, although its effects have sometimes filled me with dread, intruding into my daily efforts, frustrating me... [read more] |