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Will there be an offering?

She had wheeled herself up near the piano and was listening to us sing for awhile. Her one arm hung uselessly at her side and with the other she maneuvered the chair close behind us. She asked if she could join in. It was a childlike questioning voice coming from a scrunched up cherubic face that was filled with doubt as to whether or not she’d be welcomed. Of course, we welcomed her. We are...

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Erica

Thanks to all who continue to pray for Erica, the mother of Terra and Jolie who are goddaughters to our son, Justin, and therefore grandchildren to us. Erica has been going through tons of medical testing and procedures to determine what is going on with her heart. It has been determined that her condition is related to an ‘electrical’ problem with her heart probably brought on by some...

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Sometimes you just have to laugh…

Sometimes you just have to laugh. Not the polite little chuckle or a polite smiling nod. No, you have to really laugh. Laugh so hard you cry. Laugh in the face of pain and suffering and hopelessness and helplessness. Laugh what Dad used to call a ‘good old fashioned belly laugh’. Sometimes you have to laugh like that because if you don’t, the depths of despair would suck you down...

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Flowers at the Side of the Road

Withered flowers beside the road, muddied bouquets of memories, tattered stuffed animals, cards of scribbled regret, stand like slaughtered soldiers, weather beaten sentinels, awaiting the slow slog of justice, a murky tide to come rolling in, if it ever does, bringing justice for all. Meanwhile cries for retribution echo, hoping somehow vengeance satisfies, though it never does, only pouring more...

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Facebook’s easy outrage

When I was a teenager I choked a kid until he was unconscious. If my Dad hadn’t pulled me away I would have killed him. The kid had made fun of my Dad, who was often sickly and unable to do what other dads were able to do, and I decided to shut the kid up. I was outraged at the awful things he said about the Dad I loved. I got my hands around the his neck and kept squeezing until he couldn&#...

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A 6303 Word Travelogue

The Thursday morning before the Friday we leave for a week away in Alberta, Canada the pest control guy knocks on our door and informs us that there is water leaking from the foundation of the house. A pipe is broken and water is pouring out so I quickly call the home warranty people who dispatch a plumber immediately who tells us that according to paragraph c, section 14, part a, sub paragraph bl...

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Stewed tomatoes

When I was a kid we ate stewed tomatoes on bread. We’d take a slice of bread, slather some butter on it, pour heated up stewed tomatoes over it and call it dinner. I hated it. Sometimes we had it several times a week. I thought it was pure torture. Of course, we weren’t permitted to complain. We were poor and it was sustenance and it fulfilled God’s promise to provide for our nee...

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The wrong side of history

While observing the gay marriage debate or the legalization of pot issue or other such ‘progressive’ trends, I constantly hear those favoring change charging their counterparts as being on the wrong side of history. Cloaking one’s self in the robes of enlightenment while painting the opposition as living in the dark ages is a most common debate tactic designed to shut down reason...

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Village gifts

Eric and I were talking about the Village recently and we started to talk about spiritual gifts. Certain churches are dominated by certain gifts. Some churches are extremely type A and may be dominated by gifts of administration and leadership. Others are more laid back and service oriented and may have many who share the gifts of helps and giving. Still others may have lots of folks with gifts of...

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Fish story

Zeke told me that his brother, Christopher, had caught a ‘dead koi fish’. I listen to this fish tale with a bit of a smile and then Zeke asked me if I could tell Reuben about catching the ‘dead koi fish’. I called Reuben over and told him about this amazing catch. Zeke was listening excitedly and was thrilled that our resident fisherman was congratulating him on his brother...

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