The Urban Resident Local Doc on the Block

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Betrayal

Baxter was named after a Puritan minister, and I am faintly amused by this memory when I hear him yowl through the bathroom door or when his claws clumsily scrabble across our faux-wood floor.  He is not quite as cute now, in the sense that his kitten-like actions are more coordinated though less graceful and less innocent.  Playful nips at our fingers now...

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Life or Death

One night after work, I was walking home and overheard this: Drug dealer 1 [speed walking towards Drug dealer 2]: Yo! Drug dealer 2: Yo. Drug dealer 1: Hurry up! You can’t do that. You gotta be ON POINT. Me: Excuse me, I couldn’t help but hear your conversation. Might...

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Despair

“He wasn’t a big time drug dealer or anything, you know? He didn’t have anything worth taking. I knew him.”  My neighbor stopped for a moment, clearly shaken and deeply unnerved.  “Why did this happen to him?  We grew up together…” His voice faded and we sat in silence. It was twilight in summer and...

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Suffering on Mission

I Peter 4:12-19 Beloved, do not be surprised at the fiery trial when it comes upon you to test you, as though something strange were happening to you. But rejoice insofar as you share Christ’s sufferings, that you may also rejoice and be glad when his glory is revealed. Back in...