Mists, legends, and luck

Somewhere in my research for our time in Dublin, I stumbled upon an article about Kevin Woods, the Last Leprechaun Whisperer of Ireland. (And yes, it is capitalized.) As his website describes, in 1989 a leprechaun suit, bones, and gold coins were found on Carlingford mountain in Co Louth Ireland. No was was more skeptical than the…

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God at ground level

God as a person. I’ve always loved this about Christianity. I love the idea that God wanted to be close to people, so went to all the trouble to be born as a baby, and took all that time to grow up into a man who could walk and talk with people, and sit and…

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The big book

“Mama. God needs a snack.” Asa, our three-year-old, pressed his face against a rectangular plexiglass box, fixated on the statue of Jesus lying inside. He couldn’t stop staring at the plaster God-man there, bloodied and gaunt and grimacing – and, according to Asa’s diagnosis, in urgent need of a granola bar or some Goldfish crackers.…

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Old code

Four days into our adventure, we were running through the Louvre with half an hour before closing. We know, though, that the full half hour is not actually ours to use; when 15 minutes remain we will be asked to begin to make our way to the exits. The guards, in fact, have begun to…

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Hide and seek in Pompeii

I’m writing this on a tour bus back to Rome from Pompeii. We are all covered in volcanic dust, and given the lack of laundry facilities in our current airbnb, will likely be covered in this volcanic dust for the next few days until we leave Italy. This is after a day of hiking up…

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Time is a feeling – part 3

It’s 10pm, and it’s still light outside. We’re driving south on the M1 highway toward Dublin, and we’re still a ways out. Hopefully it’ll be under an hour without traffic. The boys won’t (can’t) really sleep because of the sun. They don’t care what time it is; it doesn’t seem like bedtime to them. I…

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