Tag: Jesus
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Happy, the Laughing Rooster | Short Story
It wasn’t a stressful life, being a chicken at the Johnson’s farm. Mrs. Johnson only kept them for their eggs and never took one for the family table. In fact, her “girls,” as she called them, all had names. There was Penny and Jenny, and many others. But everything changed, one ominous night when a…
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Finding Family in Faith: Refugees and Community Support
God sets the solitary in families; Psalm 68:6a (NKJV) This past Easter Sunday, two U.S. Army soldiers visited together after the worship service. It’s a common sight, at a military chapel, but this meeting was far from ordinary. *Bob and Henry were both born in another country, one that is not an ally of the…
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Easter Clothes
One of my fondest childhood memories is of our mother making my younger brother and me Easter outfits. Everything but the shirts, ties, and socks was lovingly sew by our mom. Year after year, she made us new suits of clothes, not only because we kept growing, but also because she wanted us to look…
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Confessions of a “Chicken Little” Christian
I’ve been enjoying a Christian meditation and Bible reading app I recently discovered. It’s called Abide, and it helps keep you motivated by gamifying your discipleship progress. I know, this almost sounds sacreligious, but it really helps make my devotional time even more of a habit. I’m already hooked! I’ve prayed and meditated along with…
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Listening for the Right Source
Several of the teachers at my school use their phones as timers throughout the day. When the students are working independently and hear the familiar, “beep-beep- buhbeep” they know it’s time to move on to something else. However, a tech-savvy first grader recently put a wrinkle in his teacher’s timer procedure. The creative little guy…
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Taste and See
Driving on a two lane highway through the rolling countryside near my home, I spied a long line of cows one early morning, trotting toward a rancher’s pick-up truck. I instantly knew what the girls were doing: they were making a b-line for breakfast. This was a daily ritual, where the owner fed them some…
