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Christ the King Sunday

Job, after all his suffering said, “Let the Almighty answer me!” Stephen, as they were about to drag him from the city and stone him, told them, “Yet the Most High does not dwell in houses made by hands, as the prophet says ‘Heaven is my throne, and the earth is my footstool. What kind of house will you build for me, says the Lord, or what is the place of my rest? Did my hand not my make all these...

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A home yet to come

The last few years, as part of my graduate studies in Mental Health, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking and studying on culture. This involved not a small amount of researching and experiecing cultural groups and practices and doing a lot of thinking (and a lot of research papers) over a 3.5 year period concerning my own culture and cultural experiences and how they might impact the counselin...

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Excerpt from my journal: a weak and wacky moment

Are we going to heaven? I’m pretty sure my wife is. Is she going to see a bright white light when it’s time to go? How long will she be in the portal before it dumps her onto a golden sidewalk or maybe an impossibly white cloud? Will she still have hair? Body fluids and functions? A body??? As a kid, I had a mental image of a horizon full of souls packed together like cattle, all appearing as indi...

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The Bee

I was outside with my son just hanging out in our backyard when I spotted a bumble bee on the gravel. The bee was struggling to walk and seemed unable to fly away. It was a sad sight. After a few minutes, the bee was still in the same spot, but seemed to have given up the fight. I picked him up with a leaf and put him on a flower – a petunia that I didn’t plant but just popped up on an...

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Jars of Clay, Labels, and Purpose

I love the band Jars of Clay. My aunt gave me their album If I Left The Zoo when it came out, but I didn’t really listen to it for a couple years. When I did actually listen to it, I loved it. The melodies are catchy, and it was different from any other Christian band I had listened to before. I have listened to everything they’ve done since on repeat for two decades. I can’t decide if I like best...

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The True Tale of John Smith

I was going to write about an elaborate metaphor that included me cutting my finger. Instead, I decided to express gratitude to everyone in this amazing community and tell the villagers who I haven’t had the opportunity to talk to much a little bit about me. I have probably the most common name in the USA. John Henry Smith. I was born in Amarillo, TX and grew up on a farm just outside of a tiny to...

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“It’s My ami not your ami”

The summer of my first grade year, my family moved from Tucson Arizona to Miami Arizona. Miami is small mining town on your way to Roosevelt Lake. Often its residents just refer to it as the arm pit of Arizona, or maybe that’s just the people who lived there once and have managed to escape the small town. For me, living in Miami (or as my little brother used to say, “it’s my ami not your ami,”) wa...

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Things that reveal my wife’s awesomeness…

My wife is awesome. Friends of mine on Facebook would know that because I often post things that reveal her awesomeness. Sometimes those things are pointing out the funny and quirky things that she does or says. Sometimes those things show the beautiful ways she engages her family and friends. What you may not know is how much she means to me. What you may not know is how much she loves her family...

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Mineral Creek, NM | 10.2019

“My wife told me to stop acting like a flamingo. – So I had to put my foot down.” Ryan, Corey, Keith and I went backpacking for 3 days and 2 nights. We enjoyed letting our hair down and being a bunch of goofballs 🙂 I am glad that I didn’t get hurt on an old piece of metal that I fell near. I am thankful for the trip being prayed over as protection from injury was a blessing...

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Anxiety and Vespers

I appreciated Mark’s thoughts on anxiety this week. I know I’m not alone in feelings of anxiety, but sometimes it feels like I am. Recently, I’ve been growing tired of a particular kind of anxiety and have asked God if we can really drill down on this issue in my life and get it out of the way. Part of that process is confession and bringing what was formally in the dark into the...

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