Someone was watching me. . . .
I was overcome by the feeling that unknown eyes were upon me.
Politically moderate. Mildly adventurous. Always thinking (but not too hard). The Upstairs Project is Chris Congdon's blog.
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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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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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swordfight!
Anger, sorrow and optimism after General Conference 2019. (and the worst urinal on earth)
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the wall
As the caravans form and move through Mexico, about half the US population is shouting “build the wall” and the other half is deeply opposed and instead says, “we should have a conversation on immigration reform”.
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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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dogs of war
he’ll hide in the ditch and stay down until I’m past. Then he’ll cross the road behind me and sprint up on my other side where I’m not expecting him and just about the time I think I’ve made it …
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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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blood on the sand
it's the kind of conflict that is characterized as “low-level” and “local” and it hardly makes the news here, but it isn’t low-level at all for the folks living and dying at ground-zero
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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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gentlemen, remove your hats
Being told to take off my hat deprives me of the opportunity to show respect with a voluntary action … now it just feels like I’m following orders.
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comfortable clothes
Mom needed to explain something about one of the other guests so that we wouldn’t say something embarrassing in front of everybody.
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roo moves in
I’m a little sad to turn over the keys and the title as we move on to something newer and more efficient. It feels like I just sold the dog.
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Christmas salad
the hunger caught up with me and it was epic. Moms in Africa were telling their kids to eat all their cassava paste because Chris was starving in America.
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Cars for Christmas
We walked into one showroom and I said to the gentleman who greeted us, “we’re looking for a Jeep Wrangler Unlimited Rubicon” and somehow MSL knew enough to poke me and say, “No. No we’re not”.
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it's what she does
In these modest ways she rescues people - lets them know that someone cares - and to those people, she’s as much of a hero as the guys on the fire truck.
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boogers
What should we do when the Nazis come to town and there's no Kleenex?
WARNING: includes that word that MSL prefers me not to say. That one that starts with F.
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