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Another day, another COVID-19 variant, more fear. Here's some sources to contrast the prevailing fear metanarrative.
I blog an annual Thanksgiving post. Reading through these posts is a deeply stirring and encouraging assurance each year of my life being guided and blessed, even when times are hard. I encourage you to journal on Thanksgiving every year and keep track of God's gracious activity and provision. I invite you to step into my reflections of this past year from my view.
I know, I know. You feel unworthy. I promise to remember all of you little people out there and ensure that you continue to save money by shopping at Walmart. However, one of my EOs will be to make sure the store is always well-stocked with Diet Cream Soda.
"When the light in most people's faces comes from the glow of the laptop, the smartphone, or the television screen, we are living in a Dark Age."
We have these double insulated glass cups in our cabinet. Recently, I was getting one out, and it slipped, bounced once, and though I frantically tried to grab it before it hit the counter a second time, I failed to…
Whatever we may call it, love is not love if it's not accompanied by behavior that reflects self-emptying. Our culture wants love without limits and without truth. We're shown another way in Paul's 13th chapter of 1 Corinthians.
It's counter intuitive for us to realize that we are most happy when we are most dependent. We are not independent, nor are we masters of our universe. We are dependent. It's a good thing.
In this collection of articles and resources from across the web, you'll be challenged, convicted, stumped, and delighted. I hope you'll end up listening to a podcast, subscribing to Adam Ford and even thinking about the industry of "science" with new perspective.
A sabbatical About a year ago, I was beginning my first sabbatical. You can read about my tear-filled drive away from church in my Overwhelmed entry here. As I sit on our back patio on a beautiful Saturday afternoon in…