Disappearing Dump Trucks

I once approached my life and work as if I was building a house. Drive a nail here. Lay a block there. Smear a bit of paint in the corner. Cut out a window now and again. Figuratively, this is how I treated my life, and it is a solid, powerful image. It is also…
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Don’t Jump

There’s a proverb that says if you love something, let it go. If it returns, it’s yours. If not, well, it never belonged to you in the first place. But had my son Braden written that proverb it would go more like this: “If you love something and it won’t cooperate, stomp the guts out…
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“Our Father…”

“Our Father.” Only two words, and yet, if we learned to pray these words as Jesus instructed, our lives would be radically transformed. In Jesus’ day it was not uncommon to address God as Father; this wasn’t new. But Jesus made this way of speaking to and thinking about God, normative. “Father,” in Jesus’ view,…
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Born To Be Wild

When primitive Christianity first began to take root, it wasn’t known as “Christianity.” That was more or less a term coined by onlookers. The first Christians referred to their movement as “The Way.” The earliest disciples saw themselves, not as part of new religion, but as travelers on and in the Way of Jesus. This…
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For The Least Of These

When I was a child my family lived hand to mouth. We were loved and cared for, but the cupboards were often more bare than full. I often say that we ate a lot of Hamburger Helper in those days, but with only the Helper. My dad’s job was at a textile mill, a job…
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