Marriage is a mystery, miracle, sacrament and a modern tragedy. A man shall leave mother and father and cleave to his wife and the two shall become one. The one they become is something new, something neither
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Marriage is a mystery, miracle, sacrament and a modern tragedy. A man shall leave mother and father and cleave to his wife and the two shall become one. The one they become is something new, something neither
Read moreA famous author I never heard of recently commented during an NPR interview that he had lost the capacity for faith. Some people cook, some people sing, some people believe in eternal consequences. He doesn’t.
Read moreAddictions suck. They’re designed to suck love from the heart, reason from the mind and connection from the soul. They do the job intended. Drugs get you high, alcohol gets you drunk, pornography gets you
Read moreMy Dad was a traveling salesman. There might be a joke in there somewhere, but his form of employment isn’t it. I’ve been a salesman most of my life, but I work on the phone,
Read moreFaith involves muscle. Moving mountains isn’t finger crossing. Our walk requires the next step and the step after that. Something about an extra mile… Pick up the phone and call, or text, the wild child
Read moreIn God we trust. Even a counterfeit knows that. But do we, do I, trust Jesus? You can easily trust God because it’s more general. “Hey you can trust Me, I made the universe. Speed
Read moreThe full armor of God now comes in Kevlar. My gate keeper handed me my vest as we waited for the first of five electronic doors to slide open under the glint of sunlight on
Read moreEvery place at the café was taken. The lady with the eye shadow matching her porcelain bracelets was smiling over the morning paper as if she had written it herself. Not that I can read
Read moreThe idea that Jesus is working on building our mansions in heaven rankled somebody, “I’d like it better if He put a little time into getting me a crib when I get out of here, or I’m in danger of coming back in.” Is there a silver lining to serve that sentiment? It put a little wrench in our discussion. We only have forty five minutes til the guards close the chapel for the evening and as the Pastor I’d prefer to end on a high note rather than a point of contention.
Read moreGeorge had warned me about the shirt, so I wore a blue polo. Match my eyes, not that that mattered here, simple, collegiate and in deference to my mother, clean. “The Pastor’s a real stickler
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