• About Bruce

    A web programmer by day, I somehow still spend a lot of time thinking about relationships, God, and the significance of grace and love in daily events. I am old school in the sense that I believe in the reality of sin, and in the need of each human heart for deliverance to the Divine. I am one of those who believes that Jesus Christ is the Son of God, and that you can find most answers to life's pressing issues in Him and His Word, the Bible. I ain't perfect, and a lot of the time I ain't good, but by God's grace and kindness, I am forgiven and free.

    My Fears of Braking Bad

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    It’s an odd anxiety. It was probably exacerbated by the story about that actor guy it happened to a few years back. For whatever reason, I often drive somewhere, park, and then get out of my truck and begin to walk away- and then I have to turn around and look and make sure...

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    Dinner with Brett

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    Tonight, I was grateful to go to dinner with my nephew Brett, to just hang out and to catch up. As we left from his house, I asked him where he wanted to go. Somehow we decided on Greek food- neither of us ate much of it other wise. We ended up going to...

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    Late Words

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    It is 11 and the words do not come, denied by drowse and doubt and indifference and fear, some too hot to hoist, the rest too dull to write, the sheet before me a vast white gulf, a deep white crevasse that swallows ideas whole. I can only describe their reticence, which is mine,...

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    Gifts and Debts

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    We’re rolling into the holiday season. I mean, the Christmas decorations are already out at popular retailers. One local radio station leapt straight to all-Christmas songs all of the time shortly after Halloween was marked off of the calendar. It’s a short sprint into the end of the year. Thanksgiving will be here soon,...

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    Good

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    “To write better you must develop your taste for truth. You have to pay more attention to what you really think, feel, see and want.” ― Jonathan Price, Put That in Writing In a state of frustration, she threw the giant question at me. “Who is good?” We had been talking about people and...

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    Fluorescence, Family, and Feast Day

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    I wasn’t sure what my day would look like this morning, but it became a rich one. Following breakfast and an enjoyable time at church (sermon point: give to bless loved ones in your life, not out of obligation), I visited the Gate of Heaven Catholic Cemetery right next to my neighborhood, chiefly to...

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    Armistice Day

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    Today I got a call from my folks around 4:00 to join them and my nephew Grant at Blake’s Lotaburger for dinner. It was a welcome request, because I had not ate anything worthwhile all day until I joined them for dinner. Grant loves Blake’s like I and my folks do, so it was...

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    Love, Death, and Time

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    It was a pretty normal quiet Friday today. I did not get up early to write, though. I am kind of faltering at that right now. My mind feels chronically empty. Since baseball season ended, I told myself I would use my time better in the evenings. So far, I think I have watched...

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    The Deaf Tones

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    Sometimes, one of the kindest sounds is the tinnitus within my ears which rings above the silent still of being home, reminding me that solitude is a thin decibal count.

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    The Honest Profile

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    A friend and I were talking today about the wonders of this modern world we live, which included a detour in which he celebrated the marvel of online dating. I am not familiar with online dating, but he shared with me about some of his experiences. Included in his reflections was his noting how...

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    The Practical Pulpit

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    One day he preached a sermon, and then the next he looked at his life, and he realized the only lecture he ever wanted to again offer needed to be spoken in the clarity of his actions, in the honesty of his transactions, in the gracefulness of his interactions, in the gentleness of his...

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    Resistance and Sin

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    I’ve mentioned Steven Pressfield before. Not only is he the author of a few notably good tales (including Gates of Fire and The Legend of Bagger Vance), but he is also a writer who has written about writing and being a writer. He wrote those latter books to try and help budding writers to...

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    Chiles and Colors

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    This weekend was largely enjoyable because of a mix of activities. Saturday I got up early and went out to Corrales to try and learn more about using my camera out by the river. In time, I and my sister texted and agreed to meet at the Biopark downtown for more photography adventures. On...

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    Thy Will

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    I met a friend for dinner last week after work one night, and as I was driving up Menaul towards the mountains, I decided I had listened to the CD in the CD player enough for the last two weeks and I flipped over to the FM channels. I fast-forwarded through a few stations...

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    Coupon Code

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    “Welcome to Omni Space Adventures, where No Star is Too Far™. My name is Niall. How may I help you today?” His face warped and fuzzed on the view screen. “Yes- hello- are you real?” “Of course. Punch me, and I will bawl my eyes out.” “That is a strange thing to say.” “It...

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    Preoccupied

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    It’s a mountain to climb over- all that I know all that I see all that I owe All that I’m wanting all that I’ve blown all I deserve all that I own All that consumes me all I must say all I must accomplish all I must pay All I belong to all...

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