Did you watch the Oscar winning movie, The Kings Speech? This true-to-life script about King George the 6th exposed how harrowing a stuttering problem could be. The storyline builds as a tutor (played by Geoffrey Rush) digs into his psyche to unleash his voice. It is hard for us to imagine being royalty without the […]
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Money for Mexico
Several months back my boys and I ventured south of the border for a home building trip with our Sandals church family. Being late in raising support, we had to cough up a few dimes to get down there. Reflecting back on what occurred, I cannot imagine a more worthy expense. Here’s why… Upon arriving […]
Continue readingOde to Christopher
An ode is a lyrical poem. Sometimes it takes something bad to birth those sentiments. A young man I had only briefly journeyed with impulsively took his life. He had attended church that very morning. Getting the word via text I replied, “I m crushed!” Pastor Andrew: “Me 2.” I knew him from a new […]
Continue readingFear Not Your Dreams
Dreams are a lot like love. Both make you vulnerable. Dreams take you out on a limb. Once you extend yourself—who knows what will happen? You either leap to a higher branch, or fall to your demise! Anyone clinging to a branch faces crazy thoughts: You fool! You’re a failure. You will always fall short. […]
Continue readingFrom the Mouths of Babes!
The following reflection comes from someone just three months in the faith: Lord, I have done so many things to hurt others and myself. I have lived in the worldly ways for so long that this journey in following you is strange to me. The more I practice the right way to live the more […]
Continue readingHello Blogosphere!
Yes I am officially entering the blogosphere! It’s not what I sought. But without over-spiritualizing, I sense God is behind this. Over the past couple years, I have written almost everyday. My daily companions are a cup of coffee and my computer. It has become a normal strand of my life fabric. This is what […]
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