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Singing about the rock of ages You know what I love about singing familiar hymns? They take me back to my childhood and to the church in which I grew up. Those songs I heard as a child have stayed with me all these years. On a Sunday morning a few weeks ago, Dave and…
remembering with stones When the Children of Israel crossed the Jordan River, they were instructed to take twelve stones from their new land and place them in the middle of the river. The stones were to be placed where the feet of the priests stood as they held the Ark of the Covenant while the…
Sunset at the end of the day The days are cold here and the nights even colder. At dusk, the sunsets are beautiful. From the inside looking out, I’ve watched the orange-gold sun setting behind barren trees, lighting the sky with one final nod before it settles in the western sky. All is still. Morning…
The summons. The call came Sunday morning. Daniel waited for the summons for a long time. Finally, it came. My brother was the oldest of fifteen. I am next-to-the-youngest. We were expecting the call and were not surprised, yet there is still loss. There will be a void, for Daniel served as the patriarch of…
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A story in a story. This story is part of a larger story about facing death and having fun on the journey. The book Aren’t We Having Fun Dying?! was first printed in 2005. Folks are still buying this book, and I think it’s because it’s so real and authentic. I also think it is because…
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