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- Recent posts are listed on the left, just click on a date or title to read one. You’ll notice you can also click on the previous month at the bottom of the calendar. I began this blog in August 2010. You can read my posts all the way to then if you’d like; the bold-faced dates indicate days on which you’ll find a new post.
- If you’re looking for a particular post, you can search by keyword. A few of my most-read older posts have been: Shawshank; A Case of Chemo and a Gallon of Regret; and Learning to Float.
- My personal favorites include: On This Day, Crossing Over, Eighteen, Cloudwish, Sound The Alarm; and In Her Eyes.
- If you’re looking specifically for faith-related posts, you might read: Something from Nothing or What Does Forgiveness Feel Like? or Through the Eyes of the Baptized.
- In December 2012, I published three pieces in the wake of the Sandy Hook school shootings: Newtown, Guns, and Molan Labe form that trifecta. Molan Labe was written by my friend, Tony Winkler, USMC. His piece serves as a counterpoint to my post entitled Guns. Together, the two posts are a discussion by two friends who agree on very little except our mutual respect and appreciation of the other. As Tony likes to say, he would not want his pastor to necessarily share his worldview; and I would add that I prefer our military not share mine.
- If you’re interested in hearing me preach, I am currently serving at King of Kings Church in Ann Arbor Michigan and typically preach Sundays at 8:15. 10:45.
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Here is a photo taken when I was five years old with my mom, Carole Duquette Kuehn. Always my biggest fan, she recently sent me some of my writing from decades ago and has been encouraging me to write from the time I could hold a crayon. She gets the credit for never giving up the notion that someday I just might listen. I hope you enjoy my writing as much as she does. Thank you for your support. I Love you, Mom.