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Is My Arm Too Short?

January 20, 2014 It was a Monday, and it was one of those days. There were no big issues over the weekend, yet for some reason, Monday was filled with an overwhelming sense of inadequacy: How will I get everything done? I have no idea what I am doing. I know I will mess things … Continued

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Prayer to a Father

January 13, 2014 “Pray then like this: Our Father in heaven, hallowed be your name.” (Mt 6:9 ESV) “All true prayer begins with the spirit of adoption.” (Charles Spurgeon) I know I don’t pray enough. In my mind I believe (that is, I know) the doctrine – prayer is a means of grace, through which … Continued

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Labor for the Day

January 6, 2013 Yard work, though a favorite hobby, can be a never-ending chore. One week after conquering the jungle of weeds in the front flower bed, the task of planting bushes revealed new weeds had sprung from the hidden roots of the old. Would the evil ever be eliminated? What’s the use of doing … Continued

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Kindness? I don’t feel it.

December 30, 2013 The Word I read was clear: verses like “The LORD is faithful in all his words and kind in all his works.” (Ps 145:13), “Note the kindness of God” (Rom. 11:22). The songs I listened to were clear: “his heart is kind” (“10,000 Reasons,”), “His helping love no limit knows, Our upmost … Continued

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Love Came Down at Christmas

December 23, 2013 Love came down at Christmas, Love all lovely, Love Divine, Love was born at Christmas, Star and Angels gave the sign. These words from a Christmas carol by Christina Rossetti capture the message of 1 John 4:9: “In this the love of God was made manifest among us, that God sent his only … Continued

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An Increasing Joy

December 16, 2013 “But he was a tight-fisted hand at the grind-stone, Scrooge! a squeezing, wrenching, grasping, scraping, clutching, covetous, old sinner! The cold within him froze his old features, nipped his pointed nose, shriveled his cheek, stiffened his gait; made his eyes red, his thin lips blue; and spoke out shrewdly in his grating … Continued