The Afternoon I Had No Plans
A free afternoon felt like a gift I didn't know how to open.
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A free afternoon felt like a gift I didn't know how to open.
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A parable about a fig tree that won't produce makes me wonder what it means to be given more time — and what we do with it.
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A young man asked me something simple, and I realized I'd been leading without knowing why.
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Jesus curses a fig tree, and I've never quite known what to do with that — until lately.
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A poem about the particular quality of autumn light and what it asks us to notice before it goes.
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