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“I found you a job today!” My dad seemed very excited about his new discovery. I didn’t have the heart to tell him that I wasn’t looking for a job. We drove to a small church in my hometown,... Continue Reading »
“Do you want to plant a church?” I looked at John like he was crazy. “What are you talking about? How do you plant a church?” It was my senior year in college, and I had never heard of... Continue Reading »
The small group of men huddled together. The time they had spent together the past year was filled with ups and downs. They trusted and believed in each other. There was one last thing they needed to do: Execute... Continue Reading »
As Stephen brushed his teeth after a wild night of partying, he noticed the “O-L-D S-K-O-O-L” tattoo on his knuckles. He attempted to wash it off, but the damage was done. Across the state, a mama was praying a... Continue Reading »
“Corder, who do you think will be our president?” I asked. “Who is the president, Daddy?” asked my 5-year-old. “The person in charge of the country,” I said with a smile. “No, they aren’t, Daddy. Jesus is in charge... Continue Reading »
All lives matter. Do they? Our rhetoric may not line up with our actions. We may be guilty of what we have despised from our politicians: all talk, no action. We say we believe in evangelism, yet we do... Continue Reading »
“My coworker invited me to his church again,” my neighborhood friend said. He is a hard worker and has a great family. He doesn’t go to church very much, but he is open to talking about spiritual things and... Continue Reading »
It’s hard to believe that a bowling match could change your life. It was my first week of college. I was out from under my parents’ supervision, and it was time to party. However, the party I went to... Continue Reading »
“Like sands through the hourglass, so are the days of our lives.” Watching each individual grain of sand pass through the bottleneck of an hourglass always captivated me as a child. At first it seemed as though the mass... Continue Reading »
When I was a student minister, I asked Mr. Bob to address our teenagers because of his past military experience. Because he was in his 70s I assumed he might be a bit apprehensive about speaking to them, so,... Continue Reading »
“I know already, Dad!” I rolled my eyes and gripped the steering wheel about as tightly as my father was gritting his teeth. I drove into the street as the car sputtered forward. “Slow down!” “I’m going the speed... Continue Reading »
“Mom! Do you know where my cleats are? I can’t find them anywhere,” yelled my oldest son, Caden, from the top of the stairs. “Mom! Please tell me you washed my Vineyard Vines T-shirt. I have nothing to wear,”... Continue Reading »
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