Her question brought me to a halt. Just the two of us were shoe shopping at the mall – no older brother or younger sister to vie for attention. “Mom, why are we Christians?”…
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My Sunday school teacher is dead. His death was just as blunt and rude as that statement. We were given no time to say good-bye, no adjustment period, no moments (even fleeting) to allow…
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It wasn’t like I turned my back on God. I just couldn’t fit Him in my schedule. The birth of our third child pushed me over the edge – the pages of my carefully…
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What do you say when you know your words could be the last? Do you choose poignant ones and drop each one like a well-chosen bulb left to grow long after you’ve gone? Or…