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Shame vs. Guilt

A few weeks back, a question was raised after the sermon as to the difference between shame and guilt. In the mental health profession, there has been a lot of attention given to this question, so I thought I would offer some thoughts. There’s an oft repeated phrase in the helping profession that captures the difference between guilt and shame quite nicely. Guilt is about what I’ve don...

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Answered prayers

I pray a lot. I even have a ‘prayer tub’ thanks to the generosity of others. In my old age I’ve come to realize that praying is of primal importance. The more time I spend doing it the better life seems. I love talking with God. I love praying with, and for, others. It’s tiring and sometimes it feels like war, but most of the time I come up on the other side of a prayer time refreshed and renewed....

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Fat Albert

“Fat Albert” This may come as a surprise to some of you, but I was a big boy when I was a kid and not big like cute chubby big… I’m talking like I was grossly obese big. Like if you saw me you would have been concerned for my health and well being. My overweightness started as a teenager and carried it’s way till my sophmore year of high school. It was the lowest and most d...

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Don’t Drift

A few years ago when I preached on the letter to the Hebrews, I was struck by the phrase, “Don’t drift from your salvation.” I wondered why that was so important — why salvation would be the thing we wouldn’t drift away from: why not Jesus, or the gospel? While reflecting on the story of Paul’s conversion, I realized that in our initial encounter with Jesus, our...

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Kickball Champion

I played competative kickball for 11 years growing up. From age 7 to 18, I was part of the Little Miss Kickball League in the Tip-O-Tex park of Texas. Trust me, it’s a BIG thing in Texas – hundreds of girls in several cities across the state play in these leagues https://www.hometeamsonline.com/teams/?u=LMKII&s=htosports. I didn’t just play. I crushed it. For maybe 8 out of t...

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God’s Promises… Waiting for Them

I remember clearly when God told us we were going to adopt Ian.  We were at the Park Place Mall play area. I watched Ellen running around playing. I felt so much love for her and pride. Then I noticed the other kids and how they were so beautiful with all their differences of abilities and skin color and appearances. I felt a strong sense of peace come over me and a sense that it was time for anot...

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2019 reflections

As I reflect on this year, God seems like he’s after two themes in my life. First is demands: my demands, my kids demands, my husband’s demands, the demands of other people I know. Things I believe I am entitled to: my opinions, my longings, being heard, being understood, other people doing the right thing, people around me doing the considerate thing. But as I demand, consciously and unconsciousl...

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Things you probably don’t know about your elderly pastor…

Things you may not know about your elderly pastor: I was once arrested for robbing a Circle K convenience store. Fortunately the store clerk said he didn’t think it was me so they released me.  The first time I was ever in an airplane I parachuted out at 12,500 feet. I didn’t get to wear a flight suit because I was too tall and I had to wear a football helmet from the local high school becaus...

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Anxiety.

Anxiety. Some seven letter word that we use to try to describe a feeling that can’t really be described. It seems that the experience of anxiety is as unique as the individual experiencing it. For many years (pretty much until I came to The Village) I didn’t think that I suffered from this affliction. And those Christians who did, I callously supposed, should just “cast your care...

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Beginning

The Beginning It all started long ago. Cold, wet, busy, and rushed – the world swam with moving objects next to large machines. Somewhere in the grey city – the Sanctuary stood – beautiful and full of flickering lights. I’m not sure what happened that day, but it happen. Mercy poured out over my soul. It stood, and it cried for me. My heart lived in my throat, and my mind f...

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