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one of my mom’s needs help…

i have a dear friend who also is my sister in Christ and my mother in law, Elizabeth Reese Rowe…you can find her that way on facebook, if she ever slows down enough to check her page. she has recently been diagnosed with cancer and just moved to charlotte, n.c. and is having some trouble finding disciples. that doesn’t sound quite right to me. elizabeth became a Christian almost 6 years ago in chattanooga
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our poet geoffrey owens….

I Saw in Heav’n   {for the children slain in Newtown, Connecticut}   I saw in Heav’n a famous man Who’d done some famous things. He’d built great buildings with a plan – The kind of plan that great fame brings And makes us humans proud.   I saw in Heav’n a lovely dame Who’d lived a lovely life. She’d done some things worthy of fame – The kind of fame nor grief nor strife Could ever wholly shroud.   I saw in Heav’n a
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december 18, 1977…

…december 18, 1977…well, you have to go back to february 15th of the same year. actually you have to go back to the day before easter of the year before we got married; april 17, 1976.  but if i don’t stop with this ‘you have to go back’ stuff i’ll try to get you to go all the way back to july of 1957 when a little girl was born on an air force base in sumter, south carolina. a lot
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i have a Secret Motorcycle Club (i can’t tell you anything else about it but i want you to know i have a Secret Motorcycle Club) we haven’t robbed any stagecoaches…yet… (those suckers are hard to find these days and wicked fast); we haven’t broken any of our compadres out of jail…yet…but we still hold out hope. We love words like hijinks, mayhem, and shenanigans. We don’t try to be loud, we really don’t, because we most exert effort at not exerting effort, but we just can’t stop laughing. we don’t act our age if we can avoid it and we don’t try to avoid a whole lot of things that are probably aging us; and by doing so are probably in reality slowing down our aging process if only in our hearts. We don’t all like to write that much, but we all like to read and those of us who do like to write like to write the kinds of things that when we do write the sentences usually are so long and convoluted that by the time we get near the point of actually saying what ever it was that we started to say in the first place we’ve completely wandered in a way that is similar to how we like to ride our bikes, usually without maps or watches,or calendars for that matter, and when we started out it was just to have a day or two to not have to be anywhere in particular…not that we were running from anything or hiding from anybody …that might be real cool, though…but the thought of hiding out, being out somewhere cell phones don’t even work, somewhere we’d never been in hopes that we might stumble upon some place that no one had ever been, which, though these days the chances are slim to nil that such a place exists, we’d keep looking…we will keep looking…and in the searching is much joy that those of us who like to write eagerly share the hijinks, the mayhem, the shenanigans and though wordy some of us may be, and no matter how long the sentence, same as when we ride, we don’t really get lost, just a bit bewildered from time to time. We’re not really all that into punctuation, punctuality, punctiliousness…basically any of the puncts…but we’re rather fond of ellipses, because, well, after all… You can’t join our club, not that you’d want to, but if you knew more about us you’d really want to join our club. Here’s a little more about our club…

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Here comes Santa…

Wow, this year has flown by, and for all of us living on Peacock Lane that means it’s already time to turn on our holiday lights. Again. From December 15th to New Year’s Eve, for 85 years now, our street celebrates Christmas like few other places on Earth. Each evening for the next couple of weeks, thousands of Portlanders will walk the four blocks that make up our lane, looking at the lights, drinking ho
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Lisa is getting better!

Every six months we go to NYC to see Dr. Nick Gonzalez. His protocol, and the prayers of so many friends all over the world, seem to be working their magic: Lisa is markedly improving. Here it is in her own words… watch?v=Z2CrD390Qgw&feature=youtu.be Even the Portland oncologist who first told us, “this is going to kill you, Lisa” has acknowledged Lisa’s continued good health. We saw him s
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My Turban went to Durban…

True, my turban went to durban. Here’s what my friends, the Comries, had to report about our time together. Nicodemus aka Steve Johnson in Durban On the 19th November the Durban Church was given the opportunity to host Steve Johnson as Nicodemus. It was a last minute decision to use his last night in South Africa and have him visit Durban after his show in Johannesburg. With two weeks until the show, we still d
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Keep Jesus Weird

  People of Portland…c’mon!  Last year we fell behind New Orleans, Sante Fe, and Austin…lousy fourth place…for the honor of being the weirdest city in America. Sure, we beat San Francisco, but Savannah on St. Patrick’s Day can do that with one drunk arm tied behind its back. So we stole the bumper sticker idea “keep portland weird” from Austin, who cares! We just need to
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Made it to Joburg!

And listening to music, enjoying grapetizers with Justin…
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Tests of Friendship

Tests of friendship are unintentional; anything else isn’t something a real friend would ever do to a friend. Real friendships don’t demand testing, though trials, hardships, and painful experiences will, of course, reveal who the real friends are in your life. I was riding through Montana, returning from Canada with one of my best friends (i’ll offer my definition of ‘best’ in a minute)
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