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Jeff Munroe

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The President’s Book Club

By Jeff Munroe Stephen Harper, Prime Minister of Canada, 2006-2015 Yann Martel, author of Life of Pi, was troubled about a decade ago by the admission of then Canadian Prime Minister Stephen Harper that he didn’t read much. (Sound familiar?)…
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Three, or Four, Gs

By Jeff Munroe “Why write a poem at a time like this?” a poet friend asks, and if you are like me, you intuitively feel the answer but cannot always articulate it. Makoto Fujimura’s new book Culture Care: Reconnecting with…
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Stephen Paddock’s Missing Motive

by Jeff Munroe We want a motive, because we want the senseless shooting in Las Vegas last week to make sense. We want there to be some reason, however perverse, that those innocent people were massacred. But there isn’t a…
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Memory

by Jeff Munroe I could handle the questions repeated endlessly like we were in Groundhog Day: Who are you? Where do you live now? When did you become my son? You told me a man had been kind enough to…
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The Span of Life

by Jeff Munroe You are 14, which, depending on whom you listen to, equates to either 84 or 98 in people years. We’ve been noticing your hearing seems to be going, and we see your old age whenever you lumber…
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Juveniles

by Jeff Munroe When I was 15, I sent Olivia Newton John a love letter. I thought of that embarrassing letter the other day when I heard a story about problems in my home state of Michigan concerning “juvenile lifers.”…
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It’s Complicated

by Jeff Munroe A few years ago, when a group of Perspectives leaders were discussing the history of the journal, someone decided the best way to capture it was to quote Deuteronomy 26:5 and say, “My father was a wandering…
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Telling the Ones You Love

by Jeff Munroe One Christmas season during my childhood, we were dining in a crowded restaurant when I saw a man stand up from his table, wobble a bit, and then collapse onto the floor. His wife shrieked, “Somebody help!”…