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Continue reading →: Both And…I’ve often heard Christians say “I’m not religious… I’m a follower of Jesus.” I get it. I think they are asserting that their spirituality is not characterized primarily by rituals… going to church whenever the doors are open, saying the right phrases (or prayers) over and over, giving the correct…
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Continue reading →: Saved by the BloodAuthor Robert Colman related a true story told him by Dr. Myron Morris. It seems that a little boy was told by his doctor that he could save his sister’s life by giving her some blood. The six-year-old girl was near death, a victim of a disease from which the…
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Continue reading →: It’s Too Late!“It’s Too Late!” Those were the words spoken to Betty. The story began on Green Meadow Farms, a family owned dairy business on the outskirts of Nappanee, Indiana—a town where I pastored some years ago. Betty’s husband Joseph was noted for his dairy herd and his continual effort to upgrade…
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Continue reading →: Going Under…It was something always around, and usually taken for granted, that saved my life. Let me explain. My family and I were on a trip… a long pilgrimage really… from our home in Anchorage, Alaska to Anderson, Indiana. It was June and we were headed to the International Convention of…
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Continue reading →: Being an “Out of This World” BelieverMaybe you’ve noticed that there is a lot of talk about alien encounters these days. Netflix, The History Channel, The Science Channel, Apple TV+, National Geographic, and Amazon Prime are just some of the broadcast platforms that have gotten in on the act of producing content about aliens. You might…
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Continue reading →: Get Help!“And unto one he gave one talent” (Matthew 25:15). There are people in this vast world of God’s who feel as indistinct as sand by the ocean and as colorless as a faded emotion. They believe that they are worthless. It is the “other” person who makes significant contributions. If…
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Continue reading →: How Do I Smell?I used to be a cowboy. I still wear the boots, the belt and jeans, even an occasional cowboy hat. But I use to BE a cowboy. I worked the herds; caught, doctored and tagged (and, yes, castrated) the calves—the male ones—at least. It was my job. I rode horses…
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Continue reading →: “Fun” Can Leave You StainedAbove you will see a diminutive mountain. It is outside of Anchorage, Alaska and everybody just called it “Flat Top,” for obvious reasons. When I was a young boy, we used to go up to the summit of Flat Top Mountain. It would give you a beautiful view of Anchorage,…






