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Kindling Imagination for Kingdom Anticipation

The Warren & The World Vol 10, Issue 14

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We’re coming to the end of Holy Week and considering the final days before the celebration of the resurrection. If you’re looking for something to listen to over the next couple of days, I highly recommend Andrew Peterson’s Resurrection Letters: Prologue.

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A Galahadic Tale of Ruin

Micah Hawkinson introduces a highlight from the Rabbit Room’s Lost Tales of Sir Galahad.

  • April is upon us, my rabbity friends. And boy, do poets love to start long poems by mentioning this month! In the opening of The Waste Land, T. S. Eliot writes:
    April is the cruellest month, breeding
    Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
    Memory and desire, stirring
    Dull roots with spring rain.
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Walk in Life: Resurrection Power for Moms

Courtney Doctor writes at Risen Motherhood on what it means to have resurrection power for moms.

  • Of all the holidays, Easter is my favorite. Always has been. When I was a little girl, my dad attended grad school and there was not much money for anything but the necessities. However, my mom was determined I would have a new dress on Easter. Even into my teen and early adult years, she remained committed to that cause. And I loved it. I also love all Easter candy—jelly beans, malt ball candy eggs, chocolate bunnies, and my all-time favorite, Peeps. (If you want to know the best way to eat a Peep, leave the package opened overnight to let it get just a little bit stale and crunchy.) I love the songs we sing in church on Easter morning. And I love Easter traditions.
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Troublemaker by John Cho

Janie at Redeemed Reader reviews a graphic novel for upper middle grade.

  • Troublemaker honestly pictures generational, cultural, and racial conflict against the background of the Los Angeles riots of 1992.
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Lent and Motherhood: A Lesson for Man

Katie Patton explores motherhood from the perspective of Lent.

  • I’m not the kind of person who always wants a baby. As a child, I didn’t “play house.” As a teen, I didn’t babysit other people’s children, and I didn’t enjoy my mom signing me up for nursery duty at church. The blessedness of bearing and raising children is more a belief that has grown in me with my faith than it is a primal urge I have. Hearing Mary’s Magnificat in a liturgical context has enforced this belief: “you have lifted up the lowly.” This is the trajectory of Christ’s Incarnate Life and the life of every believer and the life of the world. From death unto life. Beauty from ashes. A mother is one of the lowly ones. The mother of God saw herself this way. A friend pointed out the obvious symbolism of a woman’s forty weeks carrying her child and the forty days and nights of rain to cleanse the earth in the Flood, Israel’s forty years of wandering in the wilderness and Christ’s forty days of temptation in the desert. The forty days of Lent bring us to Easter. These are times of suffering and trial on the way toward redemption. 
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Parenting Pigeons

A.C.S. Bird explores lessons learned from raising pigeons.

  • Pincushion, porcupine, paleolithic—a procession of alliteratives suggested themselves to my writer’s brain as I goggled at the two-week-old squabs. My first four starter pigeons had arrived by airmail nearly three years prior; these were my first hatchlings. Between me and the pigeons it was clear that one or more of us had been confused about their sex or slow to catch on to the facts of life. But after the untimely demise of my first two males, repeated mismatched pairings, and countless abandoned eggs, the seemingly miraculous had finally transpired.
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Lucy Pevensie, Thomas Watson, and the Precious Cordial of Rom. 8:28

Kathryn Butler digs into the divine cordial.

  • When the cures ran out during my worst days of doctoring, I would pace a patient’s room, loathe the insufficiency of my own hands, and yearn for Lucy Pevensie’s cordial. A heart tracing on a monitor would fatally spasm, my own heart would lurch, and then my team and I would pitch into compressions and shocks, medications and needles. When these measures proved futile and the room fell eerily silent, I would stand with quavering hands, grieve, and the part of myself that dwells in stories would long to take up the cause of the young queen of Narnia, flitting between centaur and beaver with her crystal vial in hand. Perhaps her elusive tincture could mend the ruptured cells and ravel the enzymes back into place when medicine failed. Perhaps I, too, could rush from husband to grandmother, from father to daughter, and with a drop of elixir restore color to their cheeks and shine to their eyes.
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Something to Do with Your Kids

If you’re still looking for good Easter gifts for your kids (other than candy), here are a few suggestions.

Something to Watch

You might need to see what it looks like when a baseball hits a jar of mayo at 1,000 mph.

Thanks for reading. We’re on your side.

–The Story Warren Team

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