W. Calvin Ross

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Gravity (A Good Friday Reflection c. 2018)

Hours…. Gravity had been clawing at him forhours…. The dingy splinters of the beam at his back scratched like a cat’s claws into the fresh wounds from the morning’s flogging. He tried to keep his weight slung between the ropes […]

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Building a Ship to Sail On (Studio Journal Month 6)

“You have to build the ship to sail on. In other words, you can’t tell people about the ship you are thinking about building and expect them to buy tickets for the first ride. Instead you must first put in […]

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dirt: tarnish

“He sternly ordered and commanded them not to tell anyone, saying, “The Son of Man must undergo great suffering, and be rejected by the elders, chief priests, and scribes, and be killed, and on the third day be raised.’  “Then […]

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dirt: skin

“And to the man He said, ‘Because you have listened to the voice of your wife, and have eaten of the tree about which I commanded you, ‘You shall not eat of it,’ cursed is the ground because of you; in toil you shall eat of […]

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Seeing Eye to Eye (In the Age of “An Eye for an Eye”)

“Long enough, God — you’ve ignored me long enough. I’ve looked at the back of your head long enough. Long enough I’ve carried this ton of trouble, lived with a stomach full of pain. Long enough my arrogant enemies have looked down their noses at me. Take a […]

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The Breath When YOU Speak

Since the early days of our relationship, Katie and I have spent countless spring and summer weekends on Lake Martin in Alexander City, Alabama. Mornings usually begin with the sounds of clanking pans, the biting hiss of sizzling bacon, and […]

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Adhesions (Facing Down a Sobering Depressive Episode)

The sun shone bright in a cloudless sky transforming the small crowd of friends and family into featureless silhouettes in the blinding early morning light.  Squinting and nervously palming my fresh cup of coffee, I shared the story of my […]

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American Sacraments: Home

So this is it. The end of my retelling of my life’s story (so far). What started as an exploration of my struggles with mental illness turned into six months of composing, drafting, editing, and sharing what is basically a […]

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American Sacraments: Parenthood

Christ. His head was turned away, his eyelids closed, his mouth sculpted shut, his expression peacefully loving and painless, the cross on his back smooth and perfectly stained and varnished. His soft white skin was clean and bloodless except for […]

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American Sacraments: Perspective

It’s easy to walk through life under the illusion that you know a thing or two. That all changes when you witness the death of someone you love. And I don’t mean getting a phone call that’s one person trying […]

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