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turn-the-other-cheek, Tyndale style
Right now I feel like God’s step child. And here’s the why behind it. About a month ago, I wrote this review of Tyndale’s new devotional Bible, In His Image. Outrightly blunt, I pretty much told all my readers not to buy the devotional Bible. Worse yet, I strongly implied that they should instead purchase Read more
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the balloon
It was a perfect sun-drenched day—touched by Spring Breeze, ordered by moms and five-year-olds. It was just Jez and me–and the bright green balloon tied securely to his wrist. It was one of our rare and special no-rules days–a day for five-year-olds to express freedom of choice and moms to exercise patience. The Park? The Read more
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survival with the spirit
Some years ago I watched a National Geographic show about prairie dogs. When a female prairie dog has a litter of pups, she needs plenty of nourishment and stamina. The pups are forever hungry and demand more and more milk every day. Understandably, the larger the litter, the greater the demand on the mother. So Read more
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looking back on missionary life
Banepa, Nepal, May 2005. Since our first week in Nepal when we woke up to a bomb, our days have overflowed with adventure and blessings, trials and tears. With every turn we have felt the fire of the Holy Spirit melting and molding us into everything but what we thought we ought to be and Read more
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Mornings and Evenings with Spurgeon (New Leaf)
This is an edited version of Spurgeon’s devotions from the 1800’s. A classic loved by scholars and laymen, it’s one of those devotions that can be used over and over again. And how you use it depends on how much personal devotion time you have carved out of the day for yourself. To get the Read more
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walking in their shoes
Peering out the window of my rented car, the edge of my shirt stretched to protect my nostrils from polluting dust clouds, I searched for what might have changed in 20 years. Much was still the same—crowds of people walking dusty streets, wearing those trademark black, rubber shoes—footwear that tells a tale. I share the Read more
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imaginary conspiracy
He hobbled into the library, arms loaded with mail, and plopped in the armchair next to the me. Between rubbing his eyes, cleaning his super thick eyeglasses, he began scrutinizing every piece of mail. Something was obviously wrong with his eyes. Him: I woke up this morning and I couldn’t see. I couldn’t read the Read more
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