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Reminiscence: Death, Hell and a Chicken Congregation
They were absolutely and adamantly unrepentant. In fact, none of them seemed to even pay attention, much less care, but that didn’t stop little Jack. From atop his stump-turned-pulpit, he just kept...
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Reminiscence: Revivalism and Early Spiritual Formation
In his maturity as an ordained minister, significant influences upon my father included the likes of Reformed theologian and philosopher Francis Schaeffer, Calvinist Bible scholar and pastor D. Martyn...
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Awake! Arise! And The Light Will Shine!
Awake, you who sleep, Arise from the dead, And Christ will give you light. An early April day, cool for south Alabama, and thin wispy clouds move gently across the light blue sky. Trees barely dance...
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Reminiscence: Power and Dreams of Blessing
Dressed in white, flowing robe, mitre atop my head and shepherd’s staff in hand, I made my way slowly down the center aisle of the little Methodist church, my father’s church. Looking to the left, then...
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Reminiscence: Reflections of Birthday Celebrations
Six candles brightly lit and carefully inserted into thick, rich chocolate cake, which read, “Happy Birthday, Jonathan!” Mom and dad were there at the table in our parsonage on Buena Vista Drive, along...
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Reminiscence: From Deism to Delight
Proudly and full of confidence, I walked into mom and dad’s room, and boldly announced, “I’ve decided I’m a deist!” Dad, lying on the bed reading a book, looked over the top rim of his glasses and...
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Reminiscences: Christ-longing and the Reality of God
A man of no understanding has vain and false hopes, and dreams give wings to fools, as one who catches at a shadow and pursues the wind… Sirach 34.1-2a (RSV) … they became vain in their imaginations,...
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Building My Hovels of Rejection
As I walked through the bottom at our home in the country in southeast Alabama, the shards of another broken dream stabbed my heart. With walking stick in hand, hot sun beating down, two dogs romping...
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Requiem for Love Murdered by Foolish Stigma
She loved me. And I loved her. And it was real, not fantastical. Ebony beauty with radiant smile, she stood tall and dignified. Long and straight, raven-black hair with caramel eyes, her very presence...
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God Approaches: My Own ‘Testimony’
Not too terribly long ago, we were challenged in our Celebrate Recovery Step Study group to think and pray about what we could do specifically to serve God in serving others in recovery, which is the...
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