There is hardly a better venue than a big old church for an epic game of hide and seek.
Politically moderate. Mildly adventurous. Always thinking (but not too hard). The Upstairs Project is Chris Congdon's blog.
All in experience
unwilding
Someone was watching me. . . .
I was overcome by the feeling that unknown eyes were upon me.
habitat
Two women in very tight tops and very short shorts appear in silhouette - backlit by the halogen of a gas station canopy.
feed my sheep
I have a cool job. They pay me to write, and shoot, and edit, and to share great stories of inspiration and hope. Since I haven’t posted much else recently, I thought I would share this sample of what I get to do at work.
maybe I have it
Tired? Nope.
Short of Breath? Nope.
Maybe I’m fine.
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you're one, too
If you were to come into the closet with me and shut the door . . . waaay back into the closet, behind my old high school marching band uniform . . .
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Qwahsso
It's their word, so they can say it however they want, and they can spell it however they want, but you wonder why there isn’t a stronger connection between the two.
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that first step
It’s an unnatural thing to do - to walk right up to the edge, and then take one more step.
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fried chicken
We stood in line on the sidewalk for an hour. “It’s worth it”, everyone said.
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running for my life
I’m running for my life in Selma, Alabama. I’m not walking kinda fast for my life, and I’m not jogging for my life - I’m running for my life in Selma, Alabama
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souvenirs
Badly framed and poorly focused, shot from the window of a moving bus, I’m not likely to forget the fleeting glimpse, imprinted in my mind, of those people about to lose everything.
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famous stars
It's eerie at first – the amplified rising and falling of pitch. A human voice? A human voice.
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quick fix
The saddle of a cheap motorbike, the deck of a riverboat, the open bed of a prehistoric pickup truck - in Africa, I’m happiest on the move.
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the right place
I don’t even see a church, a cemetery or a tavern, so I can only conclude that the place is free from sin and death. That, by definition, would make it heaven.
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race report
It’s not just that I love riding my bikes - I love to be challenged. How about you? I’d love to hear how you challenge yourself.
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black side | white side
more white people looking at the wall.
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all God's children got a gun
I shot two more rounds very cautiously, very deliberately. Then he told me I didn’t need to cock the hammer every time so I went bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, click.
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bowling
as I watch, the ball gradually fades to the left and squeezes itself between the pins in an apologetic way as if it is saying, “pardon me, sorry to bother you”.
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janice's farm
I feel extra-masculine manhandling barbed wire, driving my Dodge through waist-high weeds and stepping in cow shit. Those are the kinds of things us city boys only get to do in our imaginations as we’re watching truck ads on TV. I hope MSL notices how broad my shoulders are.
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you could be here ... or not
You can work as much or as little as you want and spend the rest of your time relaxing on the beach, and in just a moment, I'm going to share with you the secret of this luxurious lifestyle.
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