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11 mins read|02/28/16For many, there are days when they’re as excited about going to work on Sunday morning as you are about going to work on Monday morning.
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8 mins read|02/10/16The only thing Hobbits love more than a good meal, is good company with whom they can share it.
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9 mins read|02/02/16When God is at work, oftentimes the best activity is non-activity, the best speech is non-speech. Sometimes God wants us to shut up.
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11 mins read|01/29/16We chase after status, wealth, luxury, glory, honor, youth, beauty, and pleasure. We work ourselves to death. For what?
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10 mins read|01/26/16It's a January day in New York City and the building I work in is just off the water. What this means is that it's cold out and not just cold but cold with a biting wind. As the phrase goes, "you can feel it in your bones."
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8 mins read|01/19/16They may also be fellow sufferers who’ve hit their own bottom with you. Whoever they are, they wear the mask of Jesus the crucified. In them and through them the Lord is at work to love you.
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7 mins read|09/15/14My daughter’s honest, pointed question of “Why?” not only desired an answer; it deserved and demanded the “dreadful beauty” of an honest response.
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10 mins read|09/11/14The pains and disappointments in life are teaching you the hard truth that God has a warm place in His heart for happy families.
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7 mins read|09/03/14Have you ever found yourself looking back on a time in your life when you were thoroughly enmeshed in something wrong, and now you hardly recognize the person you were then?
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6 mins read|08/22/14Okay, okay... before everyone gets up in arms about my lack of care for helping people with ALS or breast cancer or... let me clearly state this isn't a blog against helping people suffering with these terrible diseases.
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6 mins read|08/11/14By the time we pulled off the side of the road, they had spilled out and surrounded our vehicle.
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7 mins read|05/07/14Perhaps a phone number seems an odd thing to get sentimental about, but I can’t help myself. You see, if that number, and the phone connected to it, could speak, they would tell my life’s story.
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