God
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It’s Closing In!
I’m not going to lie… I am more than a little bit scared. There is a date looming on my calendar that ties my stomach into the kind of knots only a Boy Scout could master. What is the nature… Continue reading
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“The Day my Mother Went Crazy”
I grew up in one of those small towns where everyone knew everything about everyone else. And so it was no surprise that we all heard some version of the story of the day Mrs. Stanfield (not her real name)… Continue reading
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A Made Bed
At first glance, this picture couldn’t be more simple… mundane… unremarkable. It’s a made bed. Big whoop. Yes, there is a nice bit of color coordination going on there with the duvet (oh yeah… I know that word!) and pillowcases… Continue reading
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Where is the Justice?
For my thoughts are not your thoughts, nor are your ways my ways, says the Lord. For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts than your thoughts. – Isaiah… Continue reading
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Padless living
“Sometimes life feels like playing football with no pads.” – R. Brown, 2019 In a time long ago and far away, I played football. The American version, that is. The kind that requires helmets, shoulder pads, thigh pads, kneepads, cleats,… Continue reading
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Call it good
My wife and I just returned from a wonderful trip with friends. We traveled to the state of Arizona with several different objectives in mind. First, we desperately wanted to escape the icy grip of winter that has seemingly decided… Continue reading
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Freedom cancer
Six months ago, I didn’t know much about cancer. If I’m being honest, I would have to tell you I didn’t really want to know anything about it. I called it “the ‘C’ word.” But then September 21 happened. That… Continue reading
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Repentance Muscle
“From that time Jesus began to proclaim, ‘Repent, for the kingdom of heaven has come near.’”(Matthew 4:17) Most of us have muscles that can use a little strengthening. Maybe it’s a bicep to allow you to do a little heavier… Continue reading
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Confessions of a human punching bag
If memory serves, sixth grade was the last time I was ever in a genuine fistfight. It was a hot summer day. As usual, I was at the community swimming pool with my friends splashing, diving, and horsing around. When… Continue reading
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Here in the aftermath…
“Sir, we wish to see Jesus.” (John 12:21, NRSV) Today, words fail. And yet, I have always been encouraged that the attempt to assemble appropriate words can often be the beginning point of the process of healing. So I press on… I… Continue reading
Russellings of the Spirit 