November 22nd

the fabric of grace

One year ago yesterday we buried the first of our two classmates who would die by their own hand during our junior year in high school.

Six months ago the 13th (on May 13th), we said said goodbye to our second classmate.

Today, November 22nd, is Survivors of Suicide Loss day.

With everything that has happened this past year, I want to take a moment to pause, and share with you this realization: I’m still here. If you’re reading this, you are too. This simple statement may carry more weight for me and those I go to school with, or for those who recently found themselves having to deal with a loss, a divorce, or any other personally catastrophic life event that was handed to them. (I’m going to focus on the events of my own life for the sake of this post.)

I think I can speak for a…

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Refiner’s Fire

My friend wrote this amazing reflection. My pet sin is procrastination, but a bunch of the principles really struck home with me.

the fabric of grace

“Our souls demand Purgatory, don’t they? Would it not break the heart if God said to us, “It is true, my son, that your breath smells and your rags drip with mud and slime, but we are charitable here and no one will upbraid you with these things, nor draw away from you. Enter into joy”? Should we not reply, “With submission, sir, and if there is no objection, I’d rather be cleansed first.” “It may hurt, you know”—even so, sir.”
C.S. Lewis, “The Great Divorce”

This is hands-down my favorite book I’ve ever read, and this is one of my favorite parts. I don’t have the book in front of me, but if I remember correctly, let me give you a little back story…

This is the narrators encounter with the Ghost with the Lizard. This ghost literally has a lizard sitting on his shoulder that’s whispering in…

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NEBRASKA

My apologies for the little bit of language in this, but I thought it was too good not to share. I take so much pride in this great state I call home.

Lanny Fuller - A Boy With A Pen

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I’m writing this post out of frustration. The state I call home has been tainted by BuzzFeed-ish bullshit – articles full of Runza, cows, Dorothy Lynch, Husker football, and Warren Buffett.

I love Runza just as much as the next Nebraskan, but seriously? That’s the reputation of our state?

It’s all wrong.

Nebraska is a great place to claim. But it’s not because of unique fast food joints and billionaires. Nor is it because of a sold out stadium making headlines every week.

My feelings for the corn state run deeper. And my Nebraska-boy attitude stems from something unmentioned by the articles eating up my news feed.

Out here, the way of life is what makes this place special. It’s simple. People understand there’s more to living than national news or 140 characters on a screen. Nebraska natives find joy in the simple stuff. Like the one finger wave (no, not the naughty…

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#374 Laughs at a funeral

An interesting thought. I know it has made a difference at some funerals I’ve attended. Just because someone is gone doesn’t mean they were never there and all of the fun moments still happened too.

1000 Awesome Things

We’re all going down.

People, it’s sad but it’s true: nothing’s gonna stop your big final drop. So live it up now, live it up large, because at the end of the day you aren’t really in charge. Look, we’re not spinning, gninnips, spinning on this wet rock for long, so let’s all enjoy singing our songs with big days full of belly laughs, loving moments, and late nights with close friends.

One day you will have a funeral.

Now, none of us want it to happen but we all know it will. Stuffed in a suit, buried in a box, you’ll burn to ashes, walk through pearly gates, chill underground, or maybe reincarnate. Point is, your life as you know it will end with red eyes, wet tissues, and tearful speeches filling churches or homes or big grassy fields.

One day you will have…

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