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Rock, Paper, Scissors, Spock, Lazarus
Dead things hold little promise. Death is a line that, once crossed, carries a weight worthy of holy pause. I remember sitting one Sunday morning service behind a man who was dead by three that day. After church, he and a fellow pilot friend took off for an afternoon flight and crashed. For days, when …[ read more ]
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Jesus Makes Me Nervous
Jesus makes me nervous. Does that happen to you? For example, a conversation can be going along perfectly fine when suddenly His name comes up and, I don’t know, I sit up a little straighter and brace myself because, who knows where we’ll be headin’ now. I’m more hobbit than human. I wasn’t really born …[ read more ]