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I’ve started working out at the community center in the town where I live. They’ve got a nice oval walking track on the second floor that looks down on a couple of basketball courts.
I’m not the only one who likes to walk in the early morning and I’ve usually got quite a bit of company. My fellow walkers are a source of joy and frustration to me. Continue reading
Five Reasons Why We Need To Go To Church Regularly
We talk a lot about our gifts today and how important it is to do what you’re good at.
I’ve got a few unusual gifts. For instance I can really pester people. My wife thinks it’s one of the things I’m best at. She used to accuse me of getting the kids stirred up when they were little. “They can be quietly watching television and you walk in the room and two minutes later, they’re agitated.”
Well, maybe. I did like to tease them.
And I have to confess, that at times I think of something really witty to say to my wife but I think to myself, “If I say it, she’ll pop me on the shoulder. Is it worth it?” (Sure, it’s worth it! Did you have to ask?)
So, today I’m going to get you stirred up. Continue reading
A friend of mine told me he was walking in the forest one day, looked down and saw a poisonous snake right next to his foot.
“Did he bite you?” I asked.
“No, he wasn’t quick enough,” my friend answered. Continue reading
I stood listening to the six-year old as he went on and on about something. I really tried to be present.Even though I wasn’t really interested in what he was telling me, I wanted him to know that he’s important.
We don’t feel that most things that fill up a six-year old’s life are that important, do we? Games, friends, school,teachers, puppy dogs–these don’t usually shake the foundations of the world.
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We’re a generation that’s more separated from death than our ancestors. I grew up hunting, fishing, and being around farm animals. Animal deaths were a part of our life. It’s rare that I see my food die anymore (unless I stab my cheeseburger before I put it in the ministry).
Our agriculture class in high school used to be to kill a hog as one of our projects. It showed us the whole process of meat processing from squeal to sausage. I never particularly like the killing part and the shrill screams of the pig showed that he wasn’t crazy about it either. Continue reading
