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Browsing the blog archivesfor the day Saturday, January 10th, 2009.


  • Our Meeting Place

    When last we met along the way,
    The two of us, or sometimes more,
    Knit close together by the moment,
    Touching.
    Close together by what's common,
    Bonding.
    Close together by what's different,
    Shaping.

    We came away so subtly changed,
    I can't explain, I'm somehow more,
    A growing more inside my thinking,
    Shaped.
    Growing more inside my feeling,
    Bonded.
    Growing more inside my being,
    Touched.

    Loving God with all my heart.
    And loving you, my neighbor too.
    I specially meet to think of Him,
    Glorify.
    Specially meet to think of you,
    Satisfy.
    Specially meet to think of life,
    and record the minutes
    from our last meeting.

Just address me as “Mr. Jail”

Jan 10, 2009
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I live in jail. At least that’s what Staples believes. I wonder what Lupe, our postman, thinks about it.

Several years ago, I ordered office supplies from Staples for a friend who was in Texas’ Bradshaw State Jail. Two things happened. 1) He didn’t get them. Of course, that could have been the jail’s fault. 2) Staples added my home address to their mailing list, with the business name “Bradshaw State Jail.”

Mailing from Staples

Mailing from Staples

I find it amusing, really. Especially the line that says “or Current Occupant.” At least they leave room for the possibility I’ve been paroled, and my cell is now occupied by another.

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