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Why Should A=πr², or Who Cares about the Height of a Trapezoid?
My daughter is currently working her way through 6th Grade accelerated math, which combines algebra and beginnings of geometry. With her school system having a practice of not requiring homework until Middle School, it has been a steep learning curve to say the least. As she goes through these equations finding the areas of circles,…
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Saturated
This past weekend I had a short moment to take a quick hike in Robber’s Cave State Park in OK. It was not much of a hike, so much as a jaunt and a moment for a breath. It had been torrentially raining so the entire way down I could hear rivulets turning into mini…
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The Chipping on the Edge
In my office I have a nice yew wood desk. It was donated to the church and has served me very well. If I’m being honest, the quality is far beyond what I would have bought for myself so I feel blessed to get to use it. From the front side it communicates stability and…
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Are We Better For It?
It’s hard to hear sometimes. Over the din of constant entertainment flooding our airways, it is difficult to hear the subtle things of life, the whispers of the Divine. Our generation inherited a world that was theorized to be a cold, dead place and has accelerated to fill, to fill, to fill. It starts with…
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Mine Has a Red Door
A few weeks ago, I had the privilege of attending a benefit dinner for an organization near us that creates enterprises and community for adults with disability in a Christian context. It is a beautiful organization that currently hosts an independent living environment for adults with disability. As a parent of a child with Down…
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These Heights are here without us
Several times in my life I’ve been on a hike out in the high places in the world, and stopped to wonder at the beauty. There’s something heart-achingly beautiful about the rocky places that wedge against the sky. What compounds this beauty is the remoteness of it. Many of these places are seen by less…
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Climate Change
This morning as I was walking into the church, I heard a bird call that has become familiar to me. I believe that it’s a mockingbird, because it is the exact sound and cadence of a car alarm coming from a bird. These creatures, exposed to sounds alien to them yet become routine, blended their…
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