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David Pettit

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Release from the Random

We’ve all seen the stories and the videos on social media. The police officer who pulls someone over in a sketchy neighborhood, and then to the stressed and confused driver, the police officer hands a turkey or a check just…
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In Search of Surprise

By David Pettit The problem with many poems, my instructor explained, is certainty. The poet tries too hard to say something; is too sure of what her poem is about. It kills the poem. The cardinal sin of certainty. It…
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Watching the Water

by David Pettit I tie flies in the spring. One can actually fish year round in Colorado. But I learned my rhythms on eastern streams. Late winter it starts. The anticipation. Tying flies. Watching reports of stream flows. Driving by…
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Eulogy: Dody

by David Pettit The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want. He makes me lie down in green pastures; he leads me beside still waters; he restores my soul.   Psalm 23:1-3 I was always on my toes around Dody.…
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Eulogies: Jack

by David Pettit On these summer Sundays, I invite you to think about lives and what they have meant. To think not with a pietistic paintbrush, but to read carefully, in between the lines, and to discern how God’s gracious…
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Eulogies: Amy

by David Pettit On these summer Sundays, I invite you to think about lives and what they have meant. To think not with a pietistic paintbrush, but to read carefully, in between the lines, and to discern how God’s gracious…
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Inurnment

by David Pettit On these summer Sundays, I invite you to think about lives and what they have meant. To think not with a pietistic paintbrush, but to read carefully, in between the lines, and to discern how God’s gracious…
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Eulogies: Ed

by David Pettit On these summer Sundays, I invite you to think about lives and what they have meant. To think not with a pietistic paintbrush, but to read carefully, in between the lines, and to discern how God’s gracious…
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Eulogies: Evelyn

by David Pettit On these summer Sundays, I invite you to think about lives and what they have meant. To think not with a pietistic paintbrush, but to read carefully, in between the lines, and to discern how God’s gracious…
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Eulogies: Alice

by David Pettit On these summer Sundays, I invite you to think about lives and what they have meant. To think not with a pietistic paintbrush, but to read carefully, in between the lines, and to discern how God’s gracious…