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…like vinegar poured on a wound, is one who sings songs to a heavy heart. Prov. 25:20b
Her quick response deflated my already burdened heart as she cheerily chirped: “It’s another opportunity to trust God.” True words, but not the ones I needed in that moment. At that moment, I was struggling through something that seemed insurmountable [Read more…]
I call myself a recovering Baptist because of all the turmoil and scandal I’ve witnessed in my life worshiping in the Baptist church; however, I probably convey an inadvertent meaning. I actually love the people I’ve met in those churches, and many are still dear friends today. There is an unsettling trend though, in church broadly, that I happened to witness in those Baptist churches because… well… that’s where I was. [Read more…]
My kiddos are grown, and family night hasn’t brought all four of them around the same table in over five years. Oh, we’ve had gatherings with several here and dinners out with several there, but no family night full of laughter and fun quite like we had when they were young. They’ve spread out too far, but we hope to gather the entire flock later this year for a lake vacation, and you can bet, it will be loud. [Read more…]
Edgar Guest published nearly 12,000 poems in his career with The Detroit Free Press in his “Poem a Day” column that eventually went into syndication. I ask my students what they would think if someone told them they had to write 12,000 poems in their lifetimes. I teach online, so the chat box lights up with pithy little comments questioning the sanity of anyone who thought they could achieve such a number [Read more…]