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Atheist Worship
I know a man who came to the Lord because he attended a funeral and saw that Christians had a reason to be happy and sing praises even in death.Christians sometimes ask,…
Hard of Hearing
Before I started to school, I loved the sound of my voice, especially the high-pitched screams.
Puzzle Mania
Long before I started kindergarten, I was working picture puzzles. How fast could I put one together?
Making the Grade
Good grades were important, but American History was not. I didn’t care about the Battle of Shiloh or who the sixteenth US president was.
Holy Is His Name
In church worship, I am singing, “Holy is his name,” with a thousand other people, some with their hands raised, others with bowed heads, and one who isn’t restraining…
Keep Digging
When I was four years old, I learned in kindergarten that Earth was like a ball. America was on one side, China on the other.
If… Then…
When I studied plane geometry, I learned axioms, a list of fundamental realities that are self-evident. I was then asked to prove the truth of something else.
The Model Prayer
One day, Jesus was praying at a certain place. When he finished, one of his disciples said, “Sir, teach us how to pray, just as John the Baptizer taught his followers”…
Like Father, Like Son (Part 2 of 2)
Twenty years ago, I thought there was only one right way to do anything. My way. Call me naïve if you like, but I felt sure, as soon as everybody understood my…
Like Father, Like Son (Part 1 of 2)
I once heard a story about a drunken bum who had twin sons. One became a highly successful businessman, an elder in the church, admired by all who knew him.
True Confessions
When I was a kid, fire-and-brimstone preaching was common. Supposedly, the great motivation for wanting to go to Heaven should be to avoid Hell.
Elsie's Night Out
Every day, Elsie the cow munched lush grasses across the meadow. Safe and content within the boundaries of barbed wire, she had no thought of going anywhere else.