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Jeff Munroe

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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!”…
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Beyond Two Parties

by Jeff Munroe Today, we welcome (back) Jeff Munroe who blogged regularly at The Twelve for several years. Jeff is the Vice President of Operations and Advancement at Western Theological Seminary in Holland, Michigan. Thanks, Jeff! Pluralism and choice have…
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Random Thoughts about Star Wars: The Force Awakens

Jennifer Holberg is away today, stuck in an airport or snowbank somewhere.  We welcome back Twelve Hall-of-Famer, Jeff Munroe. Jeff is the Vice President of Operations and Advancement at Western Theological Seminary in Holland, Michigan. Thanks, Jeff! Spoiler alert–if you…
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In Praise of Quitting

By Jeff Munroe There’s a billboard out by the highway featuring a picture of John Wayne in all his western glory with the caption “Don’t Much Like Quitters, Son.” It’s one of the omnipresent “values” billboards that line our motorways.…
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Sabbatical

I am of the considered opinion that no one cares how busy other people are.  I don’t. I sit in meetings and someone says, “I’m really busy . . . “ and I tune out. Having said that, I want…