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Forever Swallows Every Never
Maybe no word has more power to crush us than “never”. It can slide into our lives at almost any age. The hearts of parents break when they watch kids realize they will never be a great athlete—never play for … Continue reading
Common Grace: My Dad, Harry James, and All That Jazz
My dad loved jazz. Growing up, I never thought this strange even though in those righteous days Nazarenes didn’t smoke, drink, attend dances, or go to movies. It seemed there were more things we didn’t than did. Jazz, of course, … Continue reading
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Tagged Common Grace, Harry James, Jazz, Jesus
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Moths and a Curious Gift
A full bladder when one is camping in a tent a long walk from the bathroom is never welcome. It meant a roll and wallow to get out of the sleeping bag and slip on sandals and then a hunt … Continue reading
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Tagged Curiousity, knowledge for the sake of knowledge, moths
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Not Betrayed
This last week I have been haunted by some Bible verses that warn against betraying our children. In Psalm 73 Asaph speaks candidly about how he almost stumbled because he envied the prosperity of the wicked. He describes how they … Continue reading
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Tagged Asaph, Faithfulness, John David Hicks, Larry Wilson, Wayne Harmon, Wes Adams
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Of Butterflies and Brothers
Last weekend my oldest brother and I went to Iron Mountain in Siskiyou Mountains to look for unusual plants and butterflies. Stanley is 73, ten-years older than I. Because he was older, we did not do much together as children, … Continue reading
My Jewish Son and the Holy Spirit
Six years ago, my oldest son, Peter, found himself hanging out at a Jewish summer camp in Rhode Island. The job he thought he had didn’t materialize, but he did some work and spent time talking to the rabbi as … Continue reading
In Memory of Beatrice Wilson
What words can capture Mom’s life? I need orchestras and choirs, the roar of the ocean and the sound of her lone violin in a country church. But here are my words—my loaves and fishes broken, and I hope, blessed. … Continue reading
Poured Out
Again this morning, I walked my Mom across the street to the church for the pre-service prayer meeting. It isn’t far, but these days she is afraid to walk it without an arm. She is wobbly. And forgetful. But once … Continue reading
My Father’s Coat
One day a young man came to the court of King Arthur and begged to be made a knight. Although a fine looking man, he wore a tattered coat. He introduces himself as Brewnor of the Noyre, but Sir Kay … Continue reading
Calling (Why I Write)
When I was a boy, I didn’t always welcome the call to dinner, especially on long summer days when busy building tree houses in the sycamores or playing ball in the street. In the cold dusk of winter, I came … Continue reading
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