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When I washed the feet of a Gypsy pastor in Hungary last week, it felt like a wall came crashing down. More than a few times in my travels the Holy Spirit has asked me to wash someone’s feet.· Once this happened in India, when I was with pastors fro…

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To their credit, my two little girls sat patiently as the Cherokee peace chief explained his slit ears, metal breastplate, and high-heeled shoes. On the table in front of him sat a rifle, swan feathers, a clay mug, and other shards of the past. He only stumbled once in his recreation of what happened nearly […]

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I saw you
yesterday,
holding hands with the one you love.
My thoughts turned back to our
yesterday,
and I smiled.
This poem © Kevin Walker. Published July 2012. 
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The English Countryside, 1768

Over the hills I nervously walk,
Stumbling over the stumps, and
Around the curves,
To find my love
So that we can talk.
I have a clue
As to the things she might say.
She’ll be angry!
She’ll be livid!
You see, I was only supposed to be
Gone for a day.
But time passes quickly
When you’re with your friends –
Working hard,
Having fun,
You don’t really want it to end.
So, I bought her a rose,
And I’ll sing her a song,
And I’ll hope and I’ll pray that
We can somehow get along;
But, if the morning comes
And I’m on my own once again,
I know exactly where I’ll go:
I’ll go be with my friends.
This poem © Kevin Walker. Published July 2012.
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The following is a high-level narrative of an out of body event that happened to Bruce Johnson on February 27, 2012. By Bruce Johnson To describe in detail would take volumes, and many things yet would be difficult for me to describe using earthly lang…