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Gird for the Morning After
Post-election, there will be hand wringing, mud slinging, insult ringing, fallacy breeding, identity clinging voices that vie for your mind’s attention, your heart’s devotion and your hand’s action. We don’t need to wait for the results with dread and bated breath. We can breathe deeply and rest in God’s character now, before the results are…
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Sharing Wisely on Social Media
Years ago I learned a thing or two about information warfare, psychological operations, troll farms, phishing and a few other nefarious digital activities that seem far removed from cute photos of puppies and Bible verse memes. The details of these digital realities quickly become technical and even I strain towards wanting the bottom line up…
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Where the Locals Shop
We ducked into a shop on the boardwalk in a beach side village in Portugal a couple years ago. All the shops sold local handcrafts, food and tourist trinkets, but none sold what we needed. Even down a side street, we didn’t see a store that might carry a phone charger. “Bom dia! Do you…
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The Puzzle of History
Many years ago, my American puzzle started out as a six-piece puzzle with large wooden pieces– a toddler puzzle. The pieces were The Colonies, the Revolution, the Civil War, World War I, World War II and the Cold War. Eventually there was a seventh piece– 9/11. Fairly straightforward. Pretty memorable. Not bad for a child.…
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The “Give Me Money!” Corner
I had the luxury of gazing out the window across the Rift Valley, high on the escarpment somewhere between Lilongwe and Blantyre. The driver, not so much. His eyes were fixed on the road, watching for potholes. Our vehicle neared a notoriously entertaining bend in the road. As expected, children scampered all over the tarmac,…
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An Unsettling Question
I simply took it for granted. There is no other explanation or excuse. I didn’t even know what questions to ask that would help me creep out from behind the veil of intellectual certitude. When I asked the question, I didn’t understand the burden that would arise when I heard the answer. We were driving…
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Stewardship of another type
[This is Part II of a series. For context, please start with Part I before proceeding.] I recently wrote about stewarding our vehicle. While it may seem a trivial matter, the minivan made a difference in the lives of those who were served with a warm ride to a migrant processing center in the middle…
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Stewardship of a surprising type
Peanuts, pine needles, and the odd Pez. That’s what the vacuum sucked out of the minivan recently. Over a decade old, it’s been through California mountain snow storms and Middle East dust bowls, rolled along beachy byways and expansive superhighways. I love it not only because it has served us well, but because it has…
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We Are Children
For many years I have tracked news from around the globe and around the city where I live, wherever that happens to be at the time. One thing has always been abundantly clear– something is tragically off. So I’m not alone in my inclination to throw up my hands and head to the observation deck.…
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The Presence of Kings
No one embarks on a journey by camel lightly. Traversing the breathtaking landscape of “the East” to meet the King of the Jews, the learned scholars from a foreign land most certainly believed their efforts would not be in vain. They had one purpose in mind when they saw the star arise from their easterly…
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