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When we are called to Love.

Yesterday, someone asked me if I hated Muslims.  I was shocked by the question.  Of course I love Muslims!  How could I not love others when the highest, simplest calling of a Christian is to love everyone? The tragedy of it all is the reason they asked was because...

Peter’s Busted-up Glory

I had just read it, in Acts 5:15 that “they even carried the sick out into the streets and laid them on cots and pallets, so that when Peter came by at least his shadow might fall on any one of them.”  And all I can think is, “Boy, am I glad his...

The Well

I have been reading and re-reading about this Samaritan woman, who was coming out of the city, midday, alone, wearing her shame like the A on Hester Prynne’s dress.  The same woman who would soon boldly proclaim her former shame as the very thing which validated...

Living in My Own Skin

I wrestled, for the better part of my life, with wishing I could re-invent myself.  Like God had made some kind of a mistake.  I could give you a long list of all the weaknesses that I had wished were different and the ways that I would have created myself, had it...

A Little Boy’s Lunch

How did I always skip over him?  The little boy in the story?  The one who got Andrew’s attention long enough to offer up his lunch.  I mean I’ve noticed him before, but this time he feels almost like the main character.  This was his moment to shine.  Was...

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