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The transmission of her car has given out. Every day, she hitches a ride to work because she is broke.
She works hard. Too hard. And when she’s not cooking in the kitchen of the medical rehab, delivering trays to patients, she’s a full-time single mother.
The old timers in my childhood used a word I never understood. The word was “Providence.” The old timers couldn’t give me an exact definition of this word. Probably because it had more than two syllables.
If you strip away politics, slogans, and culture-war noise, the Bible gives a simple answer to why Pride—specifically the ideology of self-defined identity—is against God’s will.
If you’ve tried everything else, try the one thing that isn’t just another version of you trying harder. Try grace. Try the One who actually knows you.
Hi, God, It’s me again. I know it’s been a while since my last prayer, so I don’t blame you if you choose not to listen to a hopeless fool like me.
No “politics.” No “religion.” That’s the new proper etiquette we have now here in America. It’s been going on for decades, but today, it’s at a whole new level. Whether you’re out with a group of colleagues from work or even attending a family meal or gathering, the “polite” rule is, “No politics, no religion” allowed for discussion.
Two hundred years ago, a gloomy English preacher named Thomas Malthus did some math and decided the human race was doomed. People, he warned, breed like rabbits while food grows like turnips.
Do what you know is right, and start making your professed faith a real, true priority in your lives today. There’s no other way, no magic pill, no quick fix. Either you’re serious, or you’re not.
My friend Morgan Love is in the hospital again. I’ve lost count of how many times she’s been in the hospital. She’s slept in a hospital bed more times than any human I’ve known.
Jesus tells us that if we have faith as small as a mustard seed, nothing is impossible. But if nothing happens when we pray, is our faith not strong enough?
Once, there were two men. They were very different guys. They looked different. Had dissimilar backgrounds. They even smelled different.
Those who are Christians have already made the decision to trust God, at least on some level. Today’s article outlines six reasons to trust God.
I had a dream. I was walking on the beach with God. We were the only two on the shore. God was very tall.
The first thing that struck me was that God was nothing like I thought he’d be.
Have mercy on Minneapolis. On Minnesota. On our country. Have mercy on those of us who are angry, God. Mercy on those of us who weep. Mercy on those who mourn.
Two railway track maintainers stood at a distance watching her. Their neon vests, reflecting in the early morning light. Their hard hats pushed upward on their heads. They weren’t sure what to do with the bird.
Nobody understood how to navigate the endless battle to control what and how we think better than COL James N. “Nick” Rowe, who spent five years as a prisoner of the Viet Cong.
Nobody understood how to navigate the endless battle to control what and how we think, better than COL James N. “Nick” Rowe, who spent five years as a prisoner of the Viet Cong.
Day 2: Skills and The Code So many myths surround the origins and meanings behind “The Twelve Days of Christmas.” It’s challenging to trace the birth and intended message in any older song, especially one that dates to 1780. You can conduct your own research, but I’m seeing more reference to the carol being French …
There were two men who went fishing. The first man was old. He moved a little slower on account of his arthritis, his bad hip, and his recent hurt knee. The second man wasn’t even really a “man” at all, technically. He was a boy. The young man was brimming with energy, skipping ahead, swinging his tackle box.
They say blind dogs shouldn’t run. Namely because you can’t run when you’re a blind dog. You might run into stuff. Too many dangers. It’s scary.