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  Praying and Pooping   I've never been too good at pooping. And now I stand in a medical lab watching the toilet with a too-small bucket in my hand, concerned. Like when a friend asks you to pray for her out loud and you hope you understand her need enough to get the prayer right, because it's hard to pick up the pieces of a missed prayer, even with grace. Alone there's wiggle room, trembling under the light of God's mercy, He forgives, and there is some Comet above my head, i...

Praying and Pooping I've never been too good at pooping. And now, standing in a medical lab in Tacoma, WA., I watch the toilet with a too-small bucket in my hand, concerned. Like when a friend wants you to pray for them out loud and you hope you understand their need enough to get it right, because it's hard to pick up the pieces of a missed prayer, even with grace. Alone there's wiggle room, trembling under the light of God's mercy, He forgives, and there is some Comet above my head, in...

Praying and Pooping I've never been too good at pooping. And now, standing in a medical lab in Tacoma, WA., I watch the toilet with a too-small bucket in my hand, concerned. Like when a friend wants you to pray for them out loud and you hope you understand their need enough to get it right, because it's hard to pick up the pieces of a missed prayer, even with grace. Alone there's wiggle room, trembling under the light of God's mercy, He forgives, and there is some Comet above my head, in...

Tiny blood-nosed clowns cart wheel through the air, like snowflakes in orange jumpsuits; some spin yo-yos, others just laugh from split-pea vocal cords, all black-eyed. Hundreds tumble through the air, all around me, roll down my body, under my shirt, under my skin. They giggle and tickle my lips as they nestle into my beard. They plumb my chin, hook it up to my ears. Mousey droppings dribble from my lobes, rolling out of the canal like gum balls. My flushed skin, hidden by my beard, b...