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Feet of Clay, Blinded Hearts

One of the saddest days of our lives must be when we first discover that those we love and respect have feet of clay.  Perhaps their hidden personal burdens of sin are exposed but sometimes the betrayal of trust lies in the good intentions of others that do not match...

Kinderwonders and Church Planting?

Band camp has begun for John Michael.  Anna Caroline will camp at Faulkner next week.  In two short weeks, Open House will be upon us as I prepare to welcome a new crop of Garden Patch Kids.   Although we are enjoying our last moments of “unscheduledness”,...

Rescued!

You know how Facebook has those “three years ago today” snapshot/status blurbs? How about nearly a decade ago, today? The perpetual request to add another cat to our now-collection of two is undying, but on that day, I gave in. It was an ambush. Here I was, poor,...

Her Children Arise and Call Her Blessed

“All I am or ever hope to be, I owe to my angel mother.” Abraham Lincoln President Abraham Lincoln, my favorite of all time, nailed it, along with his…”Die when I may, I want it said by those who knew me best, that I always plucked a weed and...

Press On–on Earth as it is in Heaven

Several years ago an article appeared in the local newspaper that I have saved for a sober reminder. Without getting too political, we can probably all agree that it seems our country and the world beyond are spinning out of control. Things we once thought we’d...