Tag: Jesus
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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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The Little Things
When she walks into the room, you’ll be hard pressed to miss her. She’s tall, with thick long blonde hair, and a booming voice that will wake you from the deepest of sleep. Sarah is homeless, but she doesn’t spend a lot of time talking about that. She’s quick to tell you just how good God…
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The Rock In My Pocket
I stood there with him on the side of the road, waiting for the tow truck to arrive. The country road was quiet, with the exception of the occasional passer-by, and so was he. He was trying to be hopeful, and keep a right perspective, but this was the third vehicle malfunction his family had dealt…
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That time when Santa Came to Church.
The old man was sitting on the sidewalk outside of my coffee shop while the preacher was inside preaching. (I’m normally the guy, preaching up a lather inside, but this week I hung in the back and saw things from a different perspective.) The old guy was all bundled up, he looked like he’d probably…