• 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.

If the shoe fits, throw it

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I sold shoes in college. So why can’t I sell these right now?

They’re amazing — sharkskin dress shoes, nearly brand-new. Incredibly durable. I just can’t wear that style anymore.

I could throw them away. Or use them to insult somebody, I suppose, by just throwing them.

Yes, throw them. If that thought inspires you, as well, you might like this video.

As for my SHOES FOR SALE, read about them here (listing good until 2-17-09). I can’t believe they haven’t sold. $35 bucks. I’m begging here. Pleading for their lives. Buy them. Really. If you’re not 11B, you know somebody who is.

UPDATE: SOLD! … and a bonus riddle.

Q. Why did the pair of
shoes never win a race?

A. Because they were
always tied!

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