Tag: God
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THERE IS A WAY. . ..
THERE IS A WAY. . . . Another anniversary. Another tragedy. Another reminder of the evil that is rampant in our world. The evil has always been present – since creation. We’ve simply allowed evil to feel more at home among us. Our senses have been numbed, our preferences have made us more tolerant of…
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D I R T Y ::
D I R T Y :: When I was a kid I low key enjoyed getting dressed up for church. Mom & Dad always made sure that I had clean, pressed, and “dressier” clothes than my “school” clothes for church. I called them my “church clothes.” I could run, play, climb, pretend I was Superman…
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JUST STOP IT ::
I have been annoyed with people lately. Not necessarily anyone specific, just people in general, especially, Christian people. The soundtrack of combative, critical, condemning and condescending voices has been far too loud. “Don’t call yourself a Christian if you vote for. . . . .” ”If you are conservative, then your a nationalist.” “If you take…
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Coffee Together: Tears
Here’s another great story, Sarah shared with me a few weeks ago while volunteering at Cadence, I love how our little coffee shop has been the setting for those “right place at the right time” moments. On Wednesday, a lady came in to buy a cup of coffee and find a safe place to…
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Coffee Together: Fun
My wife and I sat one evening listening to a married couple talk about some of the lessons they had learned over the 24 years of their marriage. I took copious notes, and a lot of what they said challenged me in such profound ways. But it was the first “lesson” they shared that has…
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Coffee Together: Serve
Mother Theresa was asked one time “How did God call you to serve the poor?” Her answer . . . “I was not called to serve the poor, rather I was called to serve Jesus and He led me here.” If anyone knows me, they know I’m a big dreamer. Sometimes I can get carried…
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Coffee Together: Breathe
Life can be so stressful. I don’t know if you handle stress the same way that I do, but I often find that I internalize stress quite a bit. Now sometimes, I’ll reach a point that I just can’t hold it in anymore and well . . . lets’ just leave that there. I was…
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Hazel’s Old Brown Chair
It creaks when I sit down in it, and when I lift the legs to recline it click, click, clicks like one of those turn style gates at an amusement park. Its not the prettiest piece of furniture in our house, but its comfortable. It’s my spot. It’s Hazel’s old brown chair. Hazel was a friend.…