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By Many Other Names…

by Glenn Fairman3/22/17

Who can fully understand the rhythms of life and death, and how they weave their spells upon us – consigning us to the depths and lifting us up into the clouds – often within a twinkling of the mind’s eye? In a sterile wasteland of parched flint More » • (573 views)

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Reflections this side of The Undiscovered Country

by Glenn Fairman2/26/17

The world contains more sorrow than our hearts can bear. And yet, against all reason, we persist in our struggle for love and light. Indeed, it is all about love and loss in this place of fragile humanity More » • (631 views)

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Murdering Philosophy

by Glenn Fairman2/22/17

As any acolyte who earnestly yearns for the golden prize of transcendent philosophical wisdom will attest, the 20th century has not been good for the old girl. Logical positivism, Scientistic empiricism More » • (1168 views)

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Self Deception and Evil

by Glenn Fairman2/19/17

The refusal to recognize the fundamental aspects of reality do not absolve us from the laws or authority that governs them, just as stepping off a ledge with the belief that one may not fall will prove catastrophic. Ignorance of the rules of the world can be plead by children, but in adults it is rank insanity. More » • (802 views)

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A Hospice Tale

by Glenn Fairman   1/11/17
Miles away from my lonely garret, far off in the bleak and still night, my mother lays dying in hospice. In truth, she is beyond the hope of men and science: as an invisible lesion inside her brain feasts and expands exponentially More » • (2715 views)

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Can You Hear It?

thethepeople2by Glenn Fairman   12/30/16
2016 will go down in history as the time when the West’s inexorable march towards oblivion halted in its tracks.  It was the year that the tyrant’s mask slipped and showed the world that its Global City was really a poisoned ant hill. It was a year when the glory of the hive was stripped bare. More » • (1737 views)

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That Wonderful Tree

charliebrowntreeby Glenn Fairman   12/23/16
Christmas, if not a time for utter extravagance, is at least a season for pulling out some of the stops. This year is the first that my daughter and her husband will spend in their new home, and what better way to highlight that vaulted ceiling than with a glorious fir tree? More » • (846 views)

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My Sting-ray Christmas

Stingrayby Glenn Fairman   12/22/16
A Holiday Reprise  •  A scant lifetime ago, before the world had yet lost its luster, I was a young boy from a large family growing up happily in the East San Gabriel Valley region of Southern California. My memories begin to solidify in the early 1960’s with the era of Beatlemania and the striking down of a young President. More » • (4075 views)

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What is Truth?

ministry-of-truthby Glenn Fairman   12/15/16
Truth has always been accompanied by a doubled-mindedness. It is something that people claim to want, but few can bear. Socrates searched for it. Jesus bore witness to it, and Pilate answered, albeit rhetorically, “What is truth.” Truth is seeing things as they really are and ascribing to them their appropriate valuations. More » • (1145 views)

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Job in the Dock

bookofjobby Glenn Fairman   12/11/16
To every life comes a time of sackcloth and ashes, for who has fully escaped those catastrophes that send their torments into our deepest chambers of being? And when life’s walking-wounded level their white hot accusations against the Living God for His silent dereliction of duty More » • (2075 views)

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Last Year’s Man

cohenfinalby Glenn Fairman   12/3/16
The Bible tells us in the Gospel of Matthew about a merchant, who having found a pearl of great price, sold all that he had to buy it.  As a seventeen-year boy coming of age in the mid-1970s, I was that merchant, and the late poet-songwriter Leonard Cohen was my treasure. More » • (664 views)

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Nakedness and Necessity

nakedness1by Glenn Fairman   12/2/16
Until we stand naked before the Living God, we shall not have assumed the proper perspective for building the foundations of an everlasting relationship. It ultimately comes down to a question of how vividly and honestly we perceive our need in Him. More » • (455 views)

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