Hobbling Faith

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I took an ailing veteran to the VA Center in Boise, Idaho this week. He’s a young fellow, in his mid-forties. A big lug of a guy, 6′ 3″, and hauling around too much weight on his broken frame of a body. Twenty years ago, when he was all taut muscle and in running form, [Read More...]

Denying Ourselves

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  After my mother was diagnosed with stage four lung cancer in August, someone told Mama that God was trying to get her attention and that cancer was the two-by-four God used to do that. I could never trust a God who carries a two-by-four for the sole purpose of whacking people who ignore him, [Read More...]

The Veteran’s Wife

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She’s the first person at church to greet everyone by name. The Veteran’s Wife commits the names of visitors to memory; just like she did that old hymn she’s so fond of quoting:   God has not promised skies always blue, Flower strewn pathways all our lives through; God has not promised sun without rain, [Read More...]


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