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surely we can change
Victor Hugo said, “Music expresses that which cannot be put into words and cannot remain silent.” Music has such an un-empirical quality in the way it pulls at your heart. At your soul. The way the perfect lyric is joined to the the perfect melody. The tenderness of a musical instrument mixed with its rawness.…
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Curried Culture
Identity crisis. As a South Asian American, I have heard that term being thrown around a lot lately. Conferences. Seminars. Books. Church. It is used in an attempt to describe the conflict between being raised in two cultures: immigrant desi and domestic American. Which culture do I embrace? Who do I identify with? Who am…
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Jesus’ Friday
Today, Christians remember the death of Christ. We celebrate it, argue over it, dismiss it, glorify it. I grew up in a denomination (and culture) that did not place emphasis on religious holidays. “Christmas? Psh, we celebrate the birth of Jesus every day. Easter? We celebrate Jesus’ resurrection every day. Halloween and Mardi Gras? Those…
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Angel of Mercy, how did you find me?
We all have those stories. Stories about how things seemed to be going sour, we were helpless, and then… something happened. Coincidental, supernatural, luck, planned… the explanations abound. Recently, my dad was driving through a part of North Dallas that he wasn’t familiar with. It was the middle of the day, when suddenly one of…
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the heart
as i was walking down the street today i met a man with a familiar face “let me show you the future, now, and past” he said and pulled his heart out of his chest the purple mass beat with feeble will as weary strength betrayed the gentle swell and in the midst i saw…
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