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The climate is pretty similar, actually. Chicago is about to be frozen over for the next 4 months. All the trees give up their bloom for another time, reminding us that everything needs to be revived. The Guatemala city garbage dump personifies winter in absolutely every facet. Winter, in the way that C.S. Lewis portrays in The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe. No matter where you look, the

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The title of this blog has never made more sense to me than it does today. There are two flaws (of many) that have that continue to plague me. 1. I’m always right. 2. I’m never wrong. You can imagine what kind of havoc these two flaws cause. Then there are three personality dispositions that get me in even more trouble. I have a very critical eye, a scathing tongue, and feel everything

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At the risk of sounding cliche, I have been forming many spiritual connections with my marathon training. There are certainly the obvious ones, like "running the race set before us" and the necessity for training in the "marathon of life". bleh! But there are others. Ones that are deeper for me. Connections and things I'm learning that I never would have learned if I hadn't begun this process

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I’ve been battling recently with strong feelings on how the church, and how I personally spend my money. Of course, that may lead me to the first problem, “my money”, but that aside, this must be considered. The Sermon on the Mount is littered with truths that point to the needs of others and provide a very clear dichotomy between the wealthy and the poor. Jesus’ life itself is a life that

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I am going to be honest, sometimes I write things, or say things just to hear people say: “wow I never thought of that” “you are smart” “I love reading what you write”, and probably the most unfortunate concept is that it’s never enough. But on an even more honest level, sometimes I say things that I think people want to hear. I know that I am going to be better heard or acclaimed for what I

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I am reminded of the great failures and triumphs accumulated by the people of Israel and Judah after the reign of King Saul. Many were the failures, that God himself compared the people of Israel to the whore found in the book of Hosea. However the triumphs can, a majority of the time, be traced to the character and Godliness of the king in reign. Whether we like it or not, leadership not only

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Understand the following comments may be stronger than the author's true feelings. We must explore all of these options so as to come to a balanced theology. As I have previously mentioned, I lived in Mexico for 10 years. They were exciting days of tamales, invisible friends, and saving the world. However around the time that I was about 11 years old, I had been invited to join a gang. Now I

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When I was in kindergarten, in a school in Mexico, the teacher asked if any of us had tucked away any dance moves in our repertoire of creative abilities. For what reason, I can’t seem to remember and really wish I could since it appears to be a ridiculous question for a group of K5-ers. Anyways, I had seen some “rock-stars” do this move where they would hold one arm out horizontally and the

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Wordless faceless soulsCrying out from the very same ground that wrecked her life of pure satisfactionUpholding virtue, truth and morality is a far cry From the ditches in which she finds herself digging for pleasure.Amidst the digging, Treasures may lie hidden In the heaps of rubble seared by hopeless tears.Yet to uncover requires more digging.A solid word can’t be found Without trickery and

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Have you ever joined something that you regretted weeks later? I have done this on numerous occasions, generally because I can't say "no". At Moody every floor of guys has a "sister floor" of girls. I was asked to lead worship for a "brother-sister" worship time that we would have each week. Harmless right? All of the guys would head over with me, I'd sing some pretty songs about Jesus and

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What is it that we humans fear with intimacy? Is it the risk or is it the vulnerability itself that we fear. I know that I certainly am embarrassed of myself at times, not necessarily confident, not necessarily sure of who I am or where I should be going. However, if it is through this one-to-one validation that we inject security and certainty into the hearts of those around us, how is it

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11/49:30pm We woke up ridiculously early. Much earlier than needed, it was sometime between 5 and 6. We arrived at the church at 6:15…the rest didn’t arrive until 6:45. We worked hard, but through much typical conflict. Even on the mission field you find churches whose wheels have burned a hole into the soil they are trying to move from. No matter how fast you spin the wheels, you can’t seem

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11/310:15amWe arrived at the airport this morning in Chicago. Made it to the “self-service” check-in, which is a phenomenal invention for the impatient movement of modern-day America. Irony whipped its tail at us as the boarding pass printer couldn’t spit out our stubs quick enough. There are probably no more arrogant American terms than “self-service”. However, the unplanned stop provided for

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I was reading in Matthew 8 the other day.  A guy comes up to Jesus and says, I want to follow you, but my father just died so I must bury him.  Jesus replies "Follow Me, and let the dead bury their own dead." That's what this blog is about.

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