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I Am Mary.

Have you ever read the gospels and found yourself astounded by the number of Mary’s that were involved in the events of the time? It’s almost like watching a modern day play where every other female character is named Jennifer, and yet every Jennifer has a distinct personality, and is somehow involved in her own concurrent plot. Now, I’m no theater major – I’ve never even watched a show on Broadway. I didn’t study literature and have never read Hamlet or Romeo and Juliet (though I am preferential to the adaptation that featured Aaliyah), and I’m not a hundred percent sure what a sonnet is – but I do know a literary device when I see one. I’ve read the Bible enough times to know to never underestimate God’s ability to weave a narrative throughout history that speaks through the written Word to the unique experience and circumstance of an individual…

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Yoked!

I never understood the story of Samson and Delilah, even when I was a child. Don’t get me wrong – it was an intriguing enough story; a man who had such power coming from just his hair. And as I grew older, I couldn’t help but picture Samson a la Man Bun (don’t tell me you can’t see it), a sort of Sinbad-esque figure, slaying beasts. But despite my hyper imagination, the story was one that still left me with one burning question: What the heck was wrong with this dude? It’s one thing to have a deceptive wife, but it’s a whole other thing to be married to someone who is CLEARLY trying to get you killed. If you’ve never heard the story, think Romeo and Juliet… except if Juliet was a conniving, backstabbing wife. It goes that Samson, this powerful man of God with the strength of an…

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The Real [Desperate] Housewives of Haran

There have always been stories in the Bible that puzzled me. Jacob stealing Esau’s blessings. Saul hunting down David. David taking Berthsheba for himself. Amazing men of God who were purposed for greatness and yet at the same time seemed to have so many hit-and-miss moments. Over the last few weeks I’ve found myself in many of these stories, gleaning for some level of wisdom or understanding. Afterall, the Bible is not just a guide for us on how to live life, but also very much a cautionary tale on how not to. So I wasn’t surprised that I found myself wrestling today with the story of Rachel and Leah, the Desperate Housewives of Haran (and perhaps rightfully so). Though many of you already know the story of Jacob and his wives Rachel and Leah, I’m going to share the TBE (Told By Eudora) version anyway, because this is just a…

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The Carpenter’s Son

Colossians 1:15-20 I spent 9 of my most formative years growing up in Ghana, and in middle school in Ghana, there’s a subject that every student has to take called Pre-Technical Skills. Basically, it’s the equivalent of Shop Work or Wood Work, but with a heavy emphasis on the technical skills needed to build things – perfecting angles and lines, and understanding how to draw a blueprint before actually setting forth to create a piece of work. And man, did I hate Pre-tech. Not because I thought it was the most useless subject in the entire curriculum (even more so than Agricultural Studies where we would memorize the different parts of farm machinery and different species of goats – Nungua blackhead anyone?), and not because I didn’t understand it, but because of the level precision it took to master it. You’d have to draw out the preliminary outlines in a specific…

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The Miracle in the Mundane

  I have seen miracles – but not in the ways you would think. When I graduated college, the ER became a pretty routine part of my life. In fact, the summer of 2013 saw me in the ER at least five times, and in the doctor’s office running tests at least another six or seven. These visits were triggered by random events: my throat closing up in the middle of a work day when I’ve never had an allergy in my life, numbness in my extremities, vertigo, difficulty breathing… My most recent visit to the ER was triggered by severe chest pains – the kind that convinced me that I was really about to join my Maker. And trust me I have run every test imaginable to mankind. I’ve been hooked up to more wires and machines in the last 5 years than I can count. CT scans, EKGs,…

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Watch and Pray

It’s just a little over a week until the New Year comes round and of course the buzz of the holidays is all around. I can’t even begin to count the number of ‘What are your holiday plans?’ conversations I’ve had in the last few weeks, or justify the amount of food I’ve eaten at all these holiday parties. And while the excitement of spending time away from work with friends and family and a lot of good food would get anyone excited, I think if I could pick a word to describe what I feel more of than excited at this moment, it would be attentive. I’m not quite sure when or how it happened, but I had this inclination to lean in a little closer into God as the year rounds out. It’s something I always do of course – try and figure out what the theme of…

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Choosing Life

I will not die; instead, I will live     to tell what the Lord has done. – Psalm 118:7 Twenty-SEVEN. It’s not an age I thought I’d ever attain. Not because I expected to die prematurely or anything of the sort, but just because it’s not an age you see yourself at. I could grapple with 26 and all the existential questions that came with passing the 25 mark and being inducted into the dreaded 26-35 life grouping, but somehow imagined life would speed up from there and I’d simply hit 30 and I’d be in a much more settled place when it came to self and all else. Joke was on me. LOL But in all honesty, 26 has come and gone, and as I’ve reflected on it these past few days, it really turned out to be almost everything I asked for. God actually came through and I am…

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Chronicles of Canaan

These last three weeks have been brutal to say the least. Let me explain: I am someone who cherishes her sanity. And my sanity is tied to my ability to have down and alone time. I am an extroverted introvert. My life and job are very outward facing, and to pour so much out to people, I require time alone to meditate and just exist in solitude. I need to be able to do things that calm me – cook, bake, do laundry, walk around my apartment looking toe up. I need to be able to dress up, go out and slay, then come home, put on pimple cream and curl up and just lie in bed awake doing nothing because I have no energy left. I need to be able to turn off and not have to feel like I’m offending anyone. These things keep me calm and level-headed. That…

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