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Rite of Passage: Article 19 and 950
Feb21

Rite of Passage: Article 19 and 950

This article marks 19 years of writing, a total of 950 consecutive articles. When I finished my 500th article, I didn’t think I had another 500 left in me. But I kept writing, and then I decided not to stop until I hit 1,000. If the Lord tarries and nothing happens to me, I am just one year away from that goal. I worry that one day, the powers-that-be might not keep on publishing my work. They could drop me in a heartbeat and say my...

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Rite of passage: Stilts, cardboard & Jesus
Feb14

Rite of passage: Stilts, cardboard & Jesus

My fondest memories of childhood come from the things I made myself. Our family didn’t have much, but we were resourceful. A stick became a bat, a playing card became a bicycle engine and a box became a fort. If we could dream it, we could build it. One of the things I remember most about growing up was my fascination with stilts. I would cut out two triangles of wood, nail each of them to a wooden two-by-four, and I had a great pair...

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Rite of passage: Strange world
Feb07

Rite of passage: Strange world

I’m sitting in my office, thinking about what a strange world we live in as I try to fix our website. Our link to the country of Panama isn’t working. We’ve tried to fix it in-house, but it’s way above my skill level. I have trouble just getting around on the interwebby thingamajig. I went to Google to see if I could get some help, and sure enough, I found a company that, for a reasonable price, offered to see what they could do....

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Rite of passage: Treasures in Heaven
Jan31

Rite of passage: Treasures in Heaven

Last month, my wife and I celebrated our 42nd anniversary. We got up that morning, looked at each other, said, “Happy Anniversary!” and went about our day’s work.  I met my wife, Cathy, in Hannibal, Mo., where I was attending school at Hannibal-LaGrange College. New to the area, new to the ministry and very wet behind the ears, I was thrilled when a small country church, Antioch Baptist,  offered me a job as their youth pastor. I had...

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Rite of passage: A time to laugh
Jan24

Rite of passage: A time to laugh

I grew up in a family of comedians, my mom being the chief. She loved hearing jokes; she loved telling jokes, and she loved to laugh. She was the kind of person who could laugh long, hard and deep. One day she was telling a joke, got tickled in the middle of it and started laughing. This was par for the course, as she almost never got through a joke without laughing. Most of the time, her laughter was funnier than the joke. But this...

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Rite of passage: Drivers training
Jan17

Rite of passage: Drivers training

I’ve concluded drivers training is a U.S.-only thing. That’s because I’ve traveled the world as a missionary and have driven in most of the countries where I’ve served. If you aren’t close to Jesus, you will be within a mile of taking the wheel in another country. Just last week, I was driving a team of students in Mexico and experienced several moments like this. In drivers training, you are taught to leave one car length between you...

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