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Na-nu, Na-nu

They say scars are badges of honor. Sometimes I wonder about that, ya know. When I think of a badge of honor it brings to mind something shiny, maybe, but something with meaning behind it. Something you can take off and put in a walnut box to show your grandkids someday. But the honor ? There’s no box for that. A lot of people are talking about Mork killing himself. I think most would say it’s a tragedy but for opposing reasons. Many are saying he’s a victim of something bigger than himself. Others are saying he’s essentially a villain guilty of a crime against every person he claimed to love. What do I say? I say everybody has scars and some people live with em pushing through the blood, sweat, and tears to the end. I say that good fathers do not abandon their children. I say that good husbands do not abandon their wives. I say that loving kind selfless people don’t leave the world in a fit of despair leaving every single person around them to pick up th
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A River Runs From It

You might think it preposterous that Jesus could be God. Why would God enter into time, die this horrible death, live a life of poverty, and all so that people could go to heaven forever at HIS expense. You might even say it sounds scandalous. Well, it does, but here's something I want you to think about. Why do you think it's preposterous? I'll tell you why, because you know something of this infinitely holy omniscient omnipresent all powerful Creator that knit you in your mother's womb. You know His justice and His righteousness for all of creation declares it. Its not up for debate and I don't care if you profess to be atheist or agnostic. You still know it, you just suppress it to sooth your conscience. But here's what you 're missing ... you don't really know much about His mercy. If you did the cross would make sense but as Dr. House would say "if something doesn't make sense its because one of your assumptions are

Echoes of What Ought to Be

Golden sunlight filtered by tint softly invading your automobile with a great song on the radio at highway speeds. No traffic, just you, the road, and the music. I know I’m not the only one who’s had the feeling that all is right in the world while on the open road with a great track list. Some would say we come from the happenstance of random atoms bumping into one another but I’d bet dollars to donuts they’ve had the experience of pretending like the song on the radio is their soundtrack for the moment. But why? Could it be that there is a part of us longing for a real serenade really meant for us every moment of our lives? Quiet when the time calls for it and loud when nothing else will seem to do. The Lord your God is in your midst, a mighty one who will save; He will rejoice over you with gladness; He will quiet you by his love; He will exult over you with loud singing. – (Zephaniah 3:17) Why does every story have the weak in need of salvation or the unlo

A Happy Bear

Had I been given a million chances I’d have never guessed my life would end up how it is. I write this from the second floor of our home listening to my son sleep through the baby monitor as my wife gets ready for bed. It’s a nice house, too, something that just two years ago we couldn’t have hoped to own. Adding to that it’s our second home, in just a couple years. Two nice cars sit in our garage. One of them is even a Lexus.  And yet this is not the life I wished for all those years ago. So if all my wildest dreams didn’t come true why do I feel so blessed? Because enough of my dreams came true to make me realize I wasn’t really in need of fulfillment in all the ways I could imagine. I was in desperate need to be fulfilled in all the ways I COULDN’T imagine. There was once a ship looking for shore when the saw in the distance an island. The crew then noticed a boat leaving that island. Coming alongside the crew gave salutations to which the other crew exclaimed “