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Thought For the Day: A Prison Cell, In Which One Waits, Hopes – and Is Completely Dependent On the Fact That the Door of Freedom Has To Opened From the Outside, Is Not A Bad Picture of Advent

“A prison cell, in which one waits, hopes – and is completely dependent on the fact that the door of freedom has to be opened from the outside, is not a bad picture of Advent” – Dietrich Bonhoeffer, God Is … Continue reading →

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First Principles: America Will Never Be Destroyed From the Outside. If We Falter and Lose Our Freedoms, It Will Be Because We Destroyed Ourselves

This quote has been determined to be false and yet is still used and attributed to Abraham Lincoln on numerous pages. “America will never be destroyed from the outside. If we falter and lose our freedoms, it will be because … Continue reading →

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Pass the Torch (This Revolution Is Over)

Pass the Torch (This Revolution Is Over)by Michael DoyleOver the course of many stolid yearsI have listened to a tsunami of tearsOver how socialism turned chevere to chimboThe Land of Grace defiled blow by blowThe Land of the Orchids and … Continue reading →

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A Touch of Heaven

A Touch of Heavenby Michael DoyleIn this house of worshipNo one disputes His kingshipWorthy is His nameThat takes us beyond our shameWe are thankful for His graceWith opened eyes we know our placeOpened hands are held up in praiseListening to … Continue reading →

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Blessed, Broken, and Given

Blessed, Broken, and Givenby Michael DoyleWe live in the era of the offendedWhile we’ve forgotten that we’re friendedBy a friend who teaches in His storyThe ways to move past offense into gloryHave a sharp mind in every interrogationFinding discernment in … Continue reading →

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Outside My Shadow (Happy Birthday Angie At 14)

Outside My Shadow (Happy Birthday Angie At 14)by Michael DoyleHas it been a lifeOr some kind of a dreamIt’s hard to believeThat you’re turning fourteen14 years ago tomorrowYou first opened your eyesTaking away my sorrowAnd bringing a million surprisesThey say … Continue reading →

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Wild Winds

As mentioned before, it is birthday weekend for a very sweet daughter whose gentle spirit and artistic ways make me a better man in every way.  I am so proud to be her father.  I thought it might be, and … Continue reading →

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In Our Persistence

A fascinating presentation on cognition and how we’re all allegedly living in some sort of a shared hallucination that we call reality, led to this… In Our Persistence by Michael Doyle As I sit there listening My neurons sparkling and … Continue reading →

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The Lateness of the Hour

Returning back to a promised project that was set down for a time and based in part on The Twilight Zone, Season 2, Episode 8: The Lateness of the Hour by Michael Doyle In a labyrinth of the mind’s imprecision We … Continue reading →

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