In which this is for the ones who stay

I’m here beside you. I’m here beside you: as we watch a steady stream of our children and our friends and our mentors walk out the doors of our buildings, the remains of their goodbye still in our ears. Their…

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In which I admit that I didn’t like Paul

I never liked the Apostle Paul very much. (Apparently you can type a sentence like that and not be struck by lightening. Who knew?) Like many Christians, I am drawn towards certain personalities or characters within Scripture. My heart has…

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In which you are a beloved warrior

Who do you think you are? It’s the lie that whispers like smoke, breathes down our necks, and dismantles our vision and hope. How odd that a simple question can sound more like an accusation. Who do you think you…

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