John Lee Wagas
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He said to them, “He put mud on my eyes. Then I washed, and now I see.” Mud brings up images of lawns and parks after heavy rainfall, dogs hastily scrubbed with towels, footwear being rinsed with a hose and scrapped on mats. Growing up, mud was to me more of a nuisance than a…
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Unlike Moses, Elijah, and Jesus, I have very little experience with being on a mountain. Between these three figures, there have been a multitude of encounters set on mountains: from Sinai to Horeb, Carmel to Calvary, Tabor to Hermon. As for me, there’s just one—Mount Pilatus. In the summer after my sophomore year of high school,…
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Throughout the summer between third and fourth grade, my parents and I would go to our neighborhood trail once or twice a week and spend an hour helping me learn to ride a bike. They would always be there to accompany me, ensuring that I had my helmet, knee pads, and shoulder pads on, and that…
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At my elementary school, we had an assembly every semester where awards were handed out for stuff like Good Citizenship, Public Speaking, and—of course—Class Clown. I’d gotten a few awards like Budding Artist and Perfect Attendance before, but they seemed pretty trivial compared to what I really wanted: to be on the Honor Roll—a mark…
John Lee Wagas 