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AMBIGUITY

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the quality of being open to more than one interpretation; inexactness.

I have titled my blog site "ambiguity" because I find freedom in a God whom I cannot fully comprehend. The nature of humanity is to want to know all the answers. However, there are some things that just can't be understood. Our options are to either insist everything we believe is absolute truth or to admit there are some things that cannot be explained and embrace the ambiguity of life's journey. I hope what I write sparks new considerations of life and the God who created it.

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November 1, 2019

I am a Chicago Bears fan, and as such, I hold tightly to the legacy of the 1985 team in an effort to console myself during the seasons of loss that followed.  But every once in a while, I am transported back to the elation of cheering a winning team, beating the odds a...

October 20, 2019

I have friends who are of a variety of faiths or no faith at all. I have friends who are sold out to their political party – to the Right, the Left, and those in between – as well as friends who want nothing to do with politics. I have friends who have been hurt by pre...

October 1, 2019

I don’t tend to be a patient person when it comes to completing tasks. When I start working on something, I want it DONE. I think that’s one of the reasons I’ve never enjoyed putting puzzles together. Unless they’re the 24-piece kind my toddler granddaughters put toget...

September 22, 2019

I tend to rehearse conversations in my head. When there’s something important I want to share, I will run the dialogue through my mind, tweaking words, adjusting phrasing. My hope is to express my thoughts and my meaning in a way to be fully understood.

But this has not...

September 1, 2019

I grew up on the southwest side of Chicago. My house was on a block with a LOT of kids my age. After supper on most summer nights, we would gather at someone’s house to plan the game for the night. Most nights, that game was Sabu.

The rules of Sabu were simple. One pers...

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