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Our Quiet Place

6/24/2014

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In the midst of our busy schedules and restlessness, let's pause and take counsel from prolific author Thomas Merton. This American Catholic monk has wisdom for those of us neglecting time alone. Time to think, time to reflect, and most important, time devoted to God. He offers the following in his classic, New Seeds of Contemplation.

"There should be at least a room, or some corner where no one will find you and disturb you or notice you. You should be able to untether yourself from the world and set yourself free, loosing all the fine strings and strands of tension that bind you, by sight, by sound, by thought, to the presence of other men...
Once you have found such a place, be content with it, and do not be disturbed if a good reason takes you out of it. Love it, and return to it as soon as you can, and do not be too quick to change it for another."

There are plenty of good reasons that "take us out of it." We must not neglect those dearest to us as we seek a measure of solitude. Merton is not insisting we place rigid demands on others as we declare a need "to be alone." Yet we can take advantage of a few moments here, or an hour there, and we begin to notice we do have time available.

The theologian urges us to "be still and breath easily," even when we do not know how to pray. Let there be a place where, "your mind can be idle, and forget its concerns, descend into silence, and worship the Father in secret."

Let's not fear the solitude or seek to escape it, in favor of being devoured by activities. Jesus took time to rest and pray. He went off to secret places to spend time with His father. What better example do we need?


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Parenting Expert Shares Secrets

5/5/2014

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I recently had the privilege of sitting down for a TV interview with psychologist and parenting expert Dr. Kevin Leman. He joined us on 700 Club Interactive. This guy has some dynamite suggestions for parents and gives us all hope! 
Check it out:

http://www.cbn.com/tv/2681338075001

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A Discovered Letter to a Daughter

4/30/2014

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After the death of my 96 year old grandfather, our family came across a letter titled, "Tribute to a Daughter." It appears to have been written by his wife Mae 50 years ago. No one has heard Mae's voice since her death in 1996. Yet, in this letter to her daughter, she speaks with wisdom and love we benefit from today. If indeed Mae penned these precious words, our family is reminded of her tenderness and devotion to her Lord. If she simply duplicated the work of another, I am certainly glad she took the time to do so. It reads...

   You have given me courage not inherent to my nature. I frighten easily. But thru
the years when I was alone with you and was the only protection between you and
potential danger, something happened to me. I became more than I was.

   You have taught me which things were real and which were show. This is one of
the insights God grants to children and old people. As a little girl you were never much interested in fashion or haste or prejudice or affluence or price or social climbing or pretense. You were interested only in being free, being friendly, being unhurried, having plenty of time to scratch the puppy's underside when she flopped over or to watch the turtle cross the road or to see where the bee disappeared down the flower. When you folded your hands to say grace, your act of gratitude and obedience filled my own heart with overwhelming thankfulness to my Heavenly Father in allowing you to be my daughter.

   With you I have felt  the pride of possession-not mine of you but yours of me. You have claimed me. And now that you have children of your own, you know what that means.
    As you grew up and introduced me to your friends, maternal pride welled-up within,
"And this is my mother" with a little something in your voice that says you find me acceptable. My heart sent a quick prayer, "Dear Father may she always be acceptable to you."

   You have brought me closer to God than I could have approached on my own. When I was young and single, how sure I was of my armor and my right arm. But after you
came, I was much more vulnerable. I could not take every step with you or caution you against each danger or take your illness upon myself. I needed a faith in which to believe. I cried out and God was there.

   He has quietly taken my hand. If there were deserts, there were also oasis, if there were mountains, there were also resting places. I praise God for all that I have tasted of life, the storm, the heat, the engulfing wave---but I am glad I didn't have to do it alone.
   You have taught me to look on time as a friend, not as one who steals in the night to catch me unaware and do me harm. When I see the gray that fills around my temples, the tiny wrinkles that are the left-over footprints of care, the glasses that bring the eye of the needle into focus, I do not panic and wonder where the time has gone, I KNOW where the time has gone. I saw it in the cradle, in the child holding my hand, hearing your laughter in joy and your crying in pain. I saw it in the conflicts of your adolescence, in the stars in your eyes on your wedding day--and now TIME seems to stand still as I see you as a mother, tying little shoes, wiping little tears, fixing wounded knees and kissing scratchy fingers; teaching how to pray and sharing God's Word.          Thank you my daughter. TIME allows me to do them in my heart for you; my child, my daughter, God bless you.
  

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 2 year old girl's 16 word sermon

3/30/2014

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It’s been said, “The quickest way for a parent to get a child’s attention is to sit down and look comfortable.” As I sat alone with a hot cup of coffee at the kitchen table, I was reminded of this truth. My 2 year old daughter Sophie wandered over, tugged on my shirt, and pulled herself onto my lap. She glanced at the book in front of us and said, “Oh the Bible. The Bible says Jesus loves me. I’m gonna look in there for Sophie.” I was startled when she identified the book, and stunned by her way of summarizing the nearly 2000 pages. Yet the
declaration she was going to look for herself in the Bible showed wisdom
far beyond her years. As she carelessly turned the pages I realized we can
indeed find ourselves in Scripture. Are we:
Elijah- feeling abandoned by God after following His directions for us
Jonah- simply wanting to run from God out of fear, shame, or anger
Peter- brave and devoted with a sincere love for Jesus, but hopelessly impulsive and prone to stumble 
The Rich Young Man- disappointed to learn that following Jesus means parting with the world’s treasures
The Blind Beggar– has heard great things about Jesus, but never experienced it for himself
Martha & Mary- weeping because Jesus showed up too late, they assume all hope is lost
Sampson- believing all the hype about himself, pride leads to a downfall
Those “in the Crowd”- they were simply overwhelmed with wonder at the power and love of Jesus
The Possessed Boy’s Father- declaring his belief in God, but also his struggles to keep his faith strong. “I do believe; help me overcome my unbelief.”
Those at the Cross- The thief who acknowledges Christ as King even when His power seems absent. Or the brave Centurion who stares at the cross and declares Jesus the “Son of God,” knowing he would lose it all for this public
confession
Esther- needing a supernatural touch of bravery in a dire circumstance
Moses- feeling God’s assignment is simply beyond his ability
Joseph- in the pit, then the dungeon, waiting for God to rescue
David–ashamed for turning from God after years of His faithfulness
The Bleeding Woman- 12 years of physical suffering left her longing for a touch from Jesus
Nicodemus- the“religious” man who sought the face of Jesus
Thomas- his doubts left him without hope, until Jesus reveals himself.
There are hundreds more, and at different times we can climb into the skin of many different men and women from the Bible. That is the natural journey of life. Most listed above felt desperate and scared, until the Lord moved in a mighty, yet gracious manner. Sophie showed me yet another way, “The word of God is living and active. Sharper than any double-edged sword.”   
“Read this book and this book will read you.” Someone a lot smarter than me said that about the Bible. But a 2 year old essentially cracked it open and said “Dad, we’re all in here somewhere.” And the best part is like she mentioned, more than anything, He loves us. 
 



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The Beauty of Walking Away

2/27/2014

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The strategy goes back thousands of years. Today, it’s a bit risky for parents, and frustrating for children. It was just the opposite when utilized on the shores of Galilee by the man building his team. All risk belonged to the students. 
Perhaps you’ve tucked it into your parenting arsenal. When your child refuses to listen, isn’t eager to obey, or stomps in place…wisdom reminds us…
Say your instruction, and walk
away
. This is not abandonment. This is an invitation; an invitation to follow. Jesus extended this invitation in radical ways.    
Our children have the choice to make: Stay and pout, or trust. The child either follows or not. A fisherman named Peter had to make a similar choice centuries ago. As he cast his net into the sea, he hears 11 words that change the world: “Come, follow me, and I will make you fishers of men.” Like a parent who kindly turns and calmly leads his loved one, Jesus continues slowly down the shore, turning every few steps to wave Peter and his brother toward him. Peter looks away and stares at his hand holding the end of the fishing net. His fingers are dark brown from long days in the scorching sun. Hooks and teeth from fighting fish have left their mark in his palms. He grips the net tighter now…should he leave all he knows behind? Does he trade routine for insecurity, reason for faith, and career for a calling? The net must remain on shore if he is to go. His legs are still as he squeezes his net even tighter. Peter is usually quick in making decisions. Not today.
Sand is kicked in the air as Andrew has made up his mind. He hurries toward the teacher, knowing obedience is learned by obeying. As Peter stands alone, he looks to the sea, to his boat, to all he has ever known. It's what makes him safe and comfortable. But even this familiar place will turn into a frightening training ground of faith. Months later he will battle storms, be dared to walk on water, and jump overboard into the sea when no one else will. 
I suppose abandonment does come into play. Yet we are not abandoned by the one leading...we abandon ourselves. We must. To accompany Him, we  deny ourselves. We trade our identity for His. On that beach, Peter crawls out
of his skin and leaves it next to his net, which is slowly overtaken by the
tide. He hurries to the One he is giving it up for. It will not be the last time the teacher asks Peter to follow.
After three years of devotion, Peter denies knowing his friend when he sees him arrested.  Not surprisingly, the Bible says Peter now followed Jesus, "at a distance." Fear can do that. Then he hears those words a second time: "Follow me." Do they sound different from the way they did 1000 days ago on the shore? Is his nervousness replaced with horror? After all, this time his risen Lord is asking Peter to follow him where no man wants to go. Can Jesus still be trusted to lead?
Jesus never stops asking us to follow. He'll keep walking and keep on leading, certainly stopping along the way to allow us to rest, cry, or dance. He doesn’t move ahead just to leave us alone where we are. He walks away to take us someplace new. Not to improve ourselves, but to make us more like Him.
Parents, we take a risk when we lead our children. There's a chance they
won't follow. Peter decided following Jesus was worth dropping his net and
leaving his boat behind. It is a risk still worth taking today. Our Lord
is worth following. The question for our children is…are we?  

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Prayer is a Pain

1/29/2014

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Prayer is painful. At least it should be. Sure we make it
easy. You know the list we recite as we check in with God for the day: “Lord I need this, still want that, hope you’ll bless so and so,” and on it goes. It may be sincere, but that prayer fulfills what we feel is obligation. God
doesn’t want us obligated. He desires we meet with Him. That we cry out to Him. This causes pain.
It may be the reason you’ve stopped praying. We have all the excuses: “Too many distractions, too many kids, too much good stuff on TV, dog needs a walk, we’re headed to the hospital again, need to think about how to pay this bill…I deserve a break.” But I dare say we avoid prayer for a more serious, more understandable reason. It hurts.
We don’t want to face what is deep inside. In his magnificent book, The Selfless Way of Christ, Henri Nouwen reveals what keeps us from hitting our knees: “It is hard precisely because by facing God alone we are also facing our own inner chaos. We come in direct confrontation with our restlessness, anxieties, resentments, unresolved tensions, hidden animosities, and long-standing frustrations. Our spontaneous reaction to all this is to run away and get busy again, so that we can at least make ourselves believe that things are not as bad as they seem in our
solitude
.” [1]
It’s not that we think God doesn’t hear, not that God doesn’t care, not that our prayers don’t make a difference. We avoid stirring up the turmoil, avoid facing our fears and heartbreaks head-on, and prefer the checklist approach. We’d rather present concerns that get us through the day, not stare into the anguish that keeps us up at night.
Christians throw a lot of terms around that others don’t understand. One of them is “pressing-in.” They say, “We need to press-in to God and pray for this need.” Great, I get it, but when you press-in, something pushes back. My little boy was trying to hang-up his new calendar, and as he forced the push-pin into the wall, he cried out that it hurt. Yes, the harder he pushed, his little fingers ached as he felt the pain of pushing the tack into a hard wall. It is no different as we pray. When we have the courage to bring our hurts and fears to God, we feel pain. Yet God never pushes back. We'll find God’s unfailing love to be our comfort, as we embrace Jesus’ invitation to find rest for our weary souls (Psalm 119:76 & Matthew 11:28). 
Pain comes in facing what prayer reveals about ourselves and the real struggles we face. Our Lord is gracious and gentle in our anguish, promising a peace unlike the world can give, so don’t be troubled or afraid (John 14:27). Remember, Jesus said our Father knows what you need even before you ask Him. He does not require information, but longs for the opportunity for us to trust Him with the anguish, hurts, and yes, the joys that we place before him. 
   
  [1] Henri Nouwen, The Selfless Way of Christ. Orbis Books. 2007. (p 86).


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Are you an Innkeeper?

12/19/2013

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The innkeeper famous for turning away Mary and Joseph gets a bad rap. He was simply doing his job. Wouldn't we all have done the same thing? Lots of folks were in town, there was no vacancy anywhere. In fact, it seems he went out of his way allowing the young couple to shelter inside the manger. Can't you hear him mumbling as he pushes animals out of the way, pointing out piles to step around as Joseph seeks a soft place for Mary to rest. As the innkeeper went back to the comfort of the inn he probably led a few donkeys out of the stable with him, giving a little extra room to the mom writhing in pain. He hitched the donkeys to a fencepost and went inside for the night. A good deed done.
The innkeeper doesn't even earn a place in most manger scenes we set-up at Christmas. Poor guy. Even the animals have a spot. Next time you set yours up on the mantle, consider who it is you most identify with. Most of the time we are innkeepers, when we should be shepherds or magi.
As I watched my 2 year old daughter attempt to arrange the manger scene, I realized why the magi get top billing. They didn't show up to Mary's home for at least a year, but when you travel hundreds of miles on the back of a camel to worship a child, people remember you.  They devoted their life to seeking the king, bringing gold (for royalty), frankincense (for His holiness), and Myrrh (for His mortality). Oh that we would be like these wise men. May we be those who seek the king no matter the cost. There are moments I fail to offer much to the one I have promised to seek. He knows I'm weak and frail, and I can't earn His love. But I can present Him worship, love others for His sake, and care for those who lack. The wise men knew the value of the one they so humbly sought.
But I can't shake that innkeeper and his notoriety for being a creep. He actually showed a little love. But I guess that's what happens when you show only a little bit of love...not a lot. It seems some of us have become comfortable doing this with Jesus all these many years later. We acknowledge He is there, even keep Him close, but invite Him all the way in? Well, that would be inconvenient. He's not too far if we want to visit, and we can check on each other as necessary. The stable is just a few yards away. He can be found when needed...can't He?
The shepherds showed up with all their stink and fit right in while gazing at the baby. Luke tells us they soon spread the word of what they had seen and heard. They didn't keep it to themselves, for what they knew was too good to keep secret. In your nativity scene the shepherds are probably up close and personal peering over the head of Joseph, perhaps puzzled as to why an angel would bother to speak to them at all.
One thing we all have in common...we set up our manger scene with all faces focused on the king. This baby more than all others deserves attention. But pause for a moment and place a figure of yourself atop your mantle. Are you kneeling before Him? Or are you inching closer, desperately crawling only able to offer Him the wounds of heartbreak? Or maybe you're walking away, in no hurry, but stepping over a few small animals and around a late arriving shepherd. Perhaps you feel unworthy, perhaps just uninterested...maybe a little of both. So you turn your back, leaving behind the one who came to save us all. Stop. Turn around. Even if you slowly approach the scene, and take a peek from the fencepost...when you meet the promised one, you won't want to leave. But ultimately we need to take it a step further than the innkeeper. We need to take Him in...completely. 
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How Would You Answer Mark Twain?

11/30/2013

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Just for a moment imagine you are sitting at dinner with legendary American author Mark Twain. The subject turns from literature to religion. With a touch of arrogance and a note of hostility Twain says, “If Christ were here there is one thing he would not be – a Christian.” 
Would you nod in agreement and take another bite of your dinner? Or would you throw down your fork and strongly disagree? Would you be offended? After all, Twain’s theology aside, his remark (made more than a century ago) does not attack Christ, only His followers. It causes one to consider, what does it really mean to be a Christian? My 6 year old son Brady shed light on this for me.
It started with him asking, “Daddy, what is a Christian?”
“A Christ-follower,” I replied. “Someone who desires to be like Jesus.”
“Oh,” he said. “I thought a Christian was when someone can’t walk, you carry them.”
It was more powerful to me than the longest and loudest sermon. (It is starting to make sense to me exactly why Jesus said, “Unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven”). Brady is right. Consider that we hear Jesus celebrate those who carry and lift. The Good Samaritan, who bandaged the wounds of a beaten man, then lifts him and places him atop the donkey for a compassionate ride to shelter. Or the four men who so desperately cared for their paralyzed friend that they carry him to the home Jesus is visiting, then carry him some more until they are on the roof, then lower him to Jesus below through a hole. I wonder if Jesus anticipated this moment as He was teaching inside? Did he hear the men groaning as their muscles ached? Did he hear them urging each other on
to “Keep carrying him just a little more.” Did he hear the crying of the  paralytic, burdened with guilt as his friends literally lifted him near the
healer and lowered him to His lap? Do we consider the irony of Roman soldiers forcing an onlooker to help Jesus carry His own cross months later, as Christ carried the weight of our sins on His shoulders?
Believers in Jesus were not called Christians right away. They were first called disciples, until the 11th chapter of Acts tells us they were called Christians (“ones like Christ”) in Antioch.
My hunch is that as dessert is served at our dinner with Twain, one can humbly point him to the Good Samaritan, the four friends of the paralytic, and even my little boy’s definition of a Christian. The literary hero would give a few small nods and reaching for his cigar say, “Yes. The Christian faith as it should be.”
But could we then describe to Twain the last time we carried a stretcher, led a friend to the healer, or bandaged a wound? Or would the conversation become eerily silent, as Twain inquires as to what we have done to advance the cause of the Gospel? Hopefully, somewhere along the way, we could say we've helped somebody get back up. Or at least carried them to where they need to be.


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The Excuse We All Use

10/31/2013

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Getting my boys up early in the morning for school is never easy. Of course on Saturday morning, my oldest wakes-up before sunrise as he celebrates not having a school-day. Last weekend I woke to the sound of a baseball game coming from the TV downstairs. I was in a sleepy haze since it was the crack of dawn, but I pieced together some thoughts and realized no Major League games start that early. I threw off the covers, landed my feet on the floor and staggered downstairs. My 8 year old was snuggled under a blanket wearing his Little League cap and watching a recorded playoff game from the night before.
"Andy," I whispered. "Its too early for this. The sun is hardly up, go back to bed."
"I'm just watching a game daddy," he replied.
"Buddy I know you're tired, turn it off and go rest in your room," I responded. Then, I walked back upstairs.
Back in bed I dozed off a little but soon woke to an announcer yelling, "Three run homer!"
Now a tad grumpy, I tossed the covers off with greater frustration than before, and marched down to question my son.
"Andy, I told you its too early for watching the game, why didn't you listen to me?"
He glanced my way and answered, "I thought you would let me."
After we stared at each other for a few seconds, he focused his attention back on the game. I stood there a fool...silenced. Like any parent would, I found the TV remote and impressed myself with how swiftly I shut the TV off, then hobbled back upstairs. Now too agitated to fall back asleep, I realized, "I thought you would let me" has been around a long time. Kids use it with parents, and God's been hearing it for centuries.
A look in the Bible reveals King Saul tried this excuse a couple of times. In one instance the prophet Samuel told Saul that God wanted the King to, "Totally destroy everything that belonged to the Amalekites" (I Sam 15). Saul was not to spare anything, as God sought to punish Israel's enemy. But Saul took the enemy King alive (a no-no), spared the best sheep and cattle (also bad), and everything else that was good (he really messed-up). He only destroyed the despised and weak. When Samuel discovered Saul had not carried out God's instructions, he confronted the King. Saul defended himself, and sounded a bit like a kid pleading, "I thought you would let me."
"I obeyed," Saul declared, and excused his partial-obedience by stating that anything he took, was only so he could sacrifice it to God. The Bible doesn't say it, but we can imagine Saul was perplexed that God wasn't giving him a pass for doing at least a little bit of what the Lord directed.
We can all learn from Samuel's profound response to the disobedient King: "To obey is better than sacrifice."
When we instruct our children to avoid situations, stay away from danger, and not do what we know is harmful to them, sometimes they do it anyway. A lot of the time they reveal an attitude: "I thought you would let me." Ridiculous right? What are they thinking?
But we do it to God and it seems to make sense to us. Pursuing a path, action, or relationship we know God does not intend for our life can simply be forgiven by our gracious God. Can't it? After all, Jesus is merciful, so really, I know this is sin but, I thought He would let me. It stinks when our children say it to us, yet we tell God to take a big whiff of our attitude which wreaks of plain old disobedience. 
The next time you read of Saul's partial obedience and judge him for it, or criticize your kid for his indifference, consider the message we send our loving heavenly father. How much this week have we told him, "I thought you would let me." 
 
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Three Words from the Huddle

9/27/2013

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Sometimes the Bible can be overwhelming. Nearly 2000 pages containing more than 31,000 verses, divided into 1189 chapters. Rounding out at about 783,000 words, opening its pages for study and inspiration can be daunting.
So sometimes we oversimplify things. We may just crack the Word open to look for a quick confirmation of our latest hunch. Or we'll make ourselves sit and read because we made a promise that this time we really would read the Bible in a year (even if we don't understand it). After all, isn't that our obligation to God? 
If you're like me you'd like to tug the hand of Jesus and say, "Lord, just tell me my part in all of this? How do I follow after you?" Well, playing football with my sons I was provided some insight.
I was playing QB, and my 6 year old was my wide receiver. His 8 year old brother was trying his best to intercept my passes. When I realized he was having no trouble getting in the way of all my throws, I pulled my young receiver aside. We huddled close together and I did what backyard QB's have been doing for nearly a century...I diagramed the next play on the front of my T-shirt. As my older boy tried to peek at the plan from a distance, I pulled Brady near to me and pointed to my chest. I began to draw out his route, pointing to where he would run and I would pass.
"Brady you need to run diagonally toward the tree, make a quick left, stop, spin back toward me, and then head deep the other way toward the street."
"Huh?" he replied. "Daddy I can't remember all that."
I went through it all again. "Diagonal toward the tree, quick left, stop, spin back, then head out toward the street, open your arms and boom it'll be in your hands."
He gently tugged my shirt which had served as the canvas for a playbook, and sweetly pleaded, "Daddy...just tell me my part." 
Acknowledging the absurdity of my coaching I put my arm around him and said, "Brady, run as fast and far as you can and open your arms wide."
Walking back from our 2 man huddle I realized, Brady just wanted it put simply. He wanted to know his part, the main thing he was supposed to do. He didn't feel he could handle all the extra stuff right at the moment, he just wanted to know the most important thing.
If we're in a 2 man huddle with Jesus, tug his garment and plead, "Just tell me my part," I think He may very well repeat what he said in the 13th chapter of John's Gospel. "Love one another. As I have loved you, so you must love one another" (v.34).
Love one another. Simple. That's our part. Sure there is a lot else for us to know, and the 66 books in the Bible go into great detail with God's promises, desires, expressions of love and stories of redemption. Sometimes those feel like the diagonal sprints, spins, and deep routes toward the street. All vital, but not the most important. A short book in the back of our Bible tells us "believing in the One God sent" and then "loving one another" is our part (1st John 3:23).
With 783,000 words to consider in the Bible, don't lose sight of the three that tell us our part...love one another. There are lots of other things we need to learn, but every play we run, no matter our position on the team, has the same assignment every time: love one another.

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    Andrew is thankful he's had the opportunity to do some cool things so far... drummer and lead singer in a rock 'n' roll band, TV Sports Reporter, and earn a couple of Master's degrees along the way. He's glad he has a great wife to help him navigate parenthood, especially now that his boys are chasing around a little sister. He hopes this site helps you grow closer to God and your children.
     

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