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dear lost and broken one

lydia blair's avatarthis written refuge

Dear lost and broken one,

If you feel like a puzzle piece stuck in the wrong box, or a page torn from a book no one knows how to read. If you study the road map and still can’t find your way, overwhelmed by the prospect of having to take even one more step.

If you find yourself standing in a room full of people and yet are still undeniably alone. If you look into the eyes of another, seeking a friend, only to find them a stranger. If you feel like the rest of the world is in on the joke, while you are still waiting for the punch line.

If you feel like every step you take is shaky, every word you say is insecure. If you look at yourself and wonder who you are or why you’re here or what good can you bring into this world.

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Crucifying the Flesh

D e n y
Y o u r s e l f . . .

Victoria Emily Jones's avatarThe Jesus Question

The title of this painting by Anthony Falbo is a reference to Galatians 5:24: “And those who belong to Christ Jesus have crucified the flesh with its passions and desires.”

This theme rings throughout Paul’s other writings as well:

  • “For we know that our old self was crucified with him so that the body of sin might be done away with, that we should no longer be slaves to sin.” (Romans 6:6)
  • “. . . if by the Spirit you put to death the deeds of the body, you will live.” (Romans 8:13)
  • “I have been crucified with Christ and I no longer live, but Christ lives in me.” (Galatians 2:20)
  • “May I never boast except in the cross of our Lord Jesus Christ, through which the world has been crucified to me, and I to the world.” (Galatians 6:14)

Crucifying the Flesh by Anthony Falbo Anthony…

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Jack Kerouac, Music Journalist

Stephanie Nikolopoulos's avatarStephanie Nikolopoulos

When Jack Kerouac went off to Columbia University, he told people he was going to be a journalist.  His father, Leo Kerouac, was a printer in Lowell, who owned a print shop called Spotlight Print.  Leo handled printing for some of the big businesses in New England, and also did a bit of writing of his own.  This inspired Ti Jean, as little Jack was called.  He used to lay on the floor, creating his own little newspapers and comics.

In school in New York, first at Horace Mann prep school and then at Columbia, Kerouac contributed to the school newspapers.  The writing he did for the papers would best be described as music journalism.  He soaked in all the great 1940s bebop of Harlem and wrote jazz reviews.

There was no Pitchfork at the time.  Rolling Stone magazine wasn’t founded until 1967.  Even many of today’s popular jazz…

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