Author Archives: Greg Wright

What’s the Point of Trials and Suffering?

On February 26 at Harambee, Caleb’s message was from Daniel 1:17-21. The sermon was entitled, “Unusual Ability.” The basic outline, according to my notes, was: 1.) It’s not the ability, it’s the gift; 2.) It’s not the gift, it’s the … Continue reading

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In Search of The Lost Spaniard

In one respect, this tale begins around 1986 with a birthday gift. Generally speaking, I am not a big fan of my birthday, and there are not many birthday gifts that I remember. But during one of his visits to … Continue reading

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Hike-ku

sleeping on the ground is more relaxing—and safe— when the ground sleeps, too

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The Waptus River Record

We stood at the high point of the first half on the Waptus River Trail. The goal on this backpacking trip was to find a decent camping spot on the west bank of the Waptus just outside of the Alpine … Continue reading

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Jim Bridger’s Lament

I can see it all very clearly:        I am on my knees        in a field of grain.

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Tonga Ridge Tales

I lay flat on my back in the snow, my orange fifty-pound Sportswest budget external-frame backpack pinned under me, my brand-new Trek cross-country no-wax skis twisted awkwardly if still painfully attached, poles flailing, and four-letter words spewing in a non-stop … Continue reading

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The Great Insurance Panic of 2016

To the elders at Harambee: When you have lived on TPN for 11 years as Jenn has, every year brings new insurance coverage and home-health supplier issues. This year’s transition has been absolutely brutal.

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Epilogue: Hell or High Water

I choose the voyage prepared
The course set in the presence of my enemies
Yes, I choose the Master’s craft Continue reading

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A Christmas Letter

December 25, 2015 Leavenworth, WA My dearest Wifelet, I write with a divided heart. On the one hand, the Christmas Eve we shared last night was perhaps the most unique and memorable of my life; on the other hand, it … Continue reading

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In Tongues Unknown

In Hebrew we have three words for sin

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