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Interpreting Shapes

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Before all time, God hovered over the abyss, brooding. We don’t know for how long. In a world of time, it may have been eons. Like an artist before a blank canvas, with eyes closed, breathing deeply, imagining every detail before even dipping his brush. And then he begins. For five and a half days, God’s creation takes shape.  Then, day six, the creation of man and woman. There are two ways to...

A Simple Practice for Those in Need of Mercy

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Sometimes those of us who need God’s mercy most impede its flow. So instead of an outpour, we receive just a few drops. This is sad, but sadder still is when we then believe a trickle of mercy is all God wants to give us. Years ago, after telling a spiritual mentor about how I’d viewed pornography again, he recommended we go to God together so I could confess my sin directly to Him...

Spin

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I remember as a teenager taking a corner too fast on a snowy road in my step-dad’s car. The car spun out of control and slammed into the side of the street. My brother got out to assess the damage while I sat anxiously inside. Through the front windshield I read his lips: “You’re dead.” Sometimes life’s like this. We hit an icy stretch, we mess up, and we long to hear from a loving Father...

Bargain Hunting

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If you could be anywhere in the world to see something that reminded you of God’s beauty, where would that be? The Atlantic at sunrise? The Rocky Mountains when the Aspens are golden? The edge of the Grand Canyon? The Reflection Pond in Denali National Park? Or how about the grocery store line where the woman in front of you is fumbling through an overstuffed purse to find her 50¢ off...

Pancakes . . . and Passion

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We have a Saturday morning tradition in my house: pancakes. Banana-Cinnamon-and-Honey pancakes, Blueberry-Pear pancakes, Apple-Walnut-and-Brown-Sugar pancakes, and the “Kitchen Sink” pancakes that include dregs from all the previous batches and anything else dad decides to throw in. My kids love it. Well, they love the eating part. They hate the waiting part. We adults are hardly...

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