Renée Antrosio
– March 19, 2019
Mississippi is on my mind. It’s spring break, the season of Habitat trips to the Delta, where the seeds of Spring Initiative after-school-and-so-much-more-program germinated. Teenagers who built houses in our nation’s poorest
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Renée Antrosio
– March 12, 2019
Everybody prays. Is this true? I wonder. Hypocrites pray. Gentiles pray. Observant Jews going about their ordinary jobs before they were summoned to follow Jesus. They obviously prayed. Children pray
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Renée Antrosio
– March 5, 2019
I used to spend Thursdays in Farmer City, IL. Thirty minutes west, the sun rising in my rearview mirror. Kindergartners greeted me with hugs around my legs, “Miz Trozio! Do
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Renée Antrosio
– February 26, 2019
“What are you arguing about?” An ordinary and fascinating question. Who asks? Who tells? In families, in work places, in organizations, in churches. What is the tone? How does it
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Renée Antrosio
– February 19, 2019
Sometimes I am prepared. I know what is needed, and I have the clarity and energy to get it done. Other times, I feel like the disciples when they forgot
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Renée Antrosio
– February 12, 2019
Stefan Mustain grew up at New Covenant; he told us this story a few years ago on a visit home, and it has stuck with me ever since. May it
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Renée Antrosio
– February 5, 2019
This poem was written by Vic Fein after his bypass surgery in late 2017, following which he was having regular panic attacks. A way to find relief was when he
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Renée Antrosio
– January 29, 2019
Crowds are not my thing. I get lost in the sea of people who seem cooler than I. Sometimes I remember who I am and stay centered. I see people
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Renée Antrosio
– January 22, 2019
I checked the weather again. Well, technically, I looked at the forecast on my phone. No snow had fallen yet, but people were warning me that it was gonna get
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Renée Antrosio
– January 15, 2019
Sometimes a plan comes together. But the thoughts that had crossed my mind about MLK Sunday weren’t sticking. Something wasn’t quite right. I was unsettled. Praying. Searching, seeking, thinking. Listening.
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