Author: David Lowry
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The Hidden World in My Cup
This coffee story is a metaphor for much of life. It mirrors the interconnectedness of life itself. Our daily pleasures and routines are deeply embedded in a broader ecological and social context—most of which remain hidden from us.
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No Two Alike
I have always been amazed at the differences between children–especially those from the same family. After all, each of them had approximately the same opportunities, the same moral teachings, and all were treated more or less equally. I have three grandchildren who are all about the same age but couldn’t be more different. Each is…
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The Soul’s Search for a Place of Its Own
This is Jane’s new swing set. We bought this for her shortly after my son and his family bought their first home. It seemed the time had come for them to leave the small apartment they had been living in since their early marriage to buy a place of their own. There comes a time…
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A Hole in the Yard
The dead of winter isn’t the best time to take pictures of anything–especially one’s backyard. As bad as this picture makes my yard appear, it does help to reveal things that I need to do if I am to make my yard ready for the coming spring.
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Saving Oklahoma
Introduction You may not be aware of this, but I did my best, as a young high school boy, to save Oklahoma City from spiritual tragedy. It’s a story that needs to be told, and Lord knows I’ve waited a long time–but, I think now is a good time. Maybe it will be an inspiration…
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The Broken Down Church
The Broken Down Church I go to a church that’s broken, one that’s been cracked to the core and had its comeuppance. It’s been beaten, battered and knocked to the floor. Some said, ”We may as well close the doors.” “All the good is gone–we’ll never be as we were before.” But God is good…
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Hierarchy of Idiocy
The only thing dumber than the federal government is the state government. Dumber still is the state followed by the city government. The dumbest of all is your homeowner’s association.
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Harder to Hear
It’s harder for me to hear, though my hearing is perfectly fine. Words, speech, rhetoric, proclaimed in our Homes, schools, churches, media and lives, Filled with anger, pain and rage, Endless debating, name calling, Attacking, yelling, shouting, Drama and diatribes.
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Time Stood Still
Time Stood Still My Darling, Friends tell me we met more than half a million minutes ago. But I noticed, before a few seconds had hardly passed, That time was standing still. In its place, a merged continuum of Tender touches, love, kindnesses and gifts of presence All indescribably nuanced, existed.