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One Little Brown Shoe

It has been there for months. I see it every time I exit the church's parking lot. I am not sure as to how the little, brown, Velcro-strapped shoe got there; but I am positive that it is not serving the purpose for which it was made. It lies on dry, dormant grass with no feeling of anything inside. It has been rained on, sun beaten, wind-blown, frostbitten, and probably sn...

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Glow In The Dark

The truck jerked to a quick stop. Initially, in the early morning darkness, it had seemed as though it was going to blow through the stop sign. We have seen that happen often while walking before the sun comes up. This morning was different. Nancy was wearing the battery-powered vest I gave her for Christmas. The colors of the glowing tubes on the vest can be changed. On t...

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The Wedding Singer

At the end of November, I was invited to take a trip to Morogoro, Tanzania, to visit a primary school started by IMB missionaries.The purpose of the trip was to gather information and see first hand the needs and then begin praying about how and if God would lead us to join the ministry as it grows. It was an incredible experience for me, and I am thankful to God for allo...

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Your Presence Is Important

Nancy and I snuck into the balcony a few minutes before church started on New Year's Eve. The snow and frigid cold convinced us to stay close to home on my Sunday of vacation. Actually, there is no place we would rather worship than First Baptist Church in Weatherford. I enjoyed the perspective from up top. I enjoyed the music and the preaching. I enjoyed being surrounded ...

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New year

The afternoon walk I usually take Freckles on was interrupted by a meal we hosted in our home. In spite of her silent pleadings as she looked through the window with her big, brown eyes, I had no time to fulfill her expected excursion. Nancy and I both worked together to finalize food and atmosphere preparation. I even built a fire in our outdoor fireplace. The guests arr...

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Your Phones Reflecting You

It's not just an issue for younger generations. I have seen, and am even close to, many adults from older generations (Baby Boomers and beyond) who spend too much time on their cell phones. There may be different uses across generations, but the cell phone has invaded the vast majority of our lives. For this reason and because the cell phone distraction is very real with...

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Joy to the World

I grew up in a home that magnified Christmas on multiple fronts. We rarely missed church, so we enjoyed the transition from the regular hymns to the songs we sang only once a year. "Joy to the World" remains my favorite. We usually saw a presentation of the Christmas story in some simple manner as the celebration of Jesus' birth approached. I will never forget the magic o...

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Lessons Learned from Potatoes

One of the highlights each week for me is having the opportunity to spend time with the university students as they eat after the Gathering service each Wednesday night.I am so thankful for a great team of cooks that prepare, serve, and then clean up each week! It's probably wise that they don't let me in the kitchen very often, but this past week I was able to assist. I r...

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Thank You, Jesus

The word jumped at me from the pages of Scripture. During my systematic reading of the Bible, I came to the fifth chapter of the book of Revelation on a Thursday morning. As the curtain was about to be pulled back to reveal future events, the only person worthy of making the revelation was the Lamb of God who had been slaughtered. That is the word! I was reading from the...

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The Dog on the Other Side of the Fence

Rambo has thoroughly enjoyed his new backyard. One of his favorite pastimes is to run the fence with the neighbor's dog, who by the way is roughly 10 times his size, until both of them are worn out and panting so hard they can barely even stagger inside to rest. Man how I wish I spoke dog language so I could know what they were saying to each other. I'm sure it would be qu...

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