“What finally helped you accept your injury?” I took a deep breath. I’ve answered that question lots of times, but I never want to offer what sounds like a simplistic platitude. “It’s a lifelong process,” I began, “but I can point to where it started. “A good friend came to visit me a few months […]
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Looking For A Fight
Confidence?
I don’t think I’d be a very good preacher. I’d be okay at the public speaking part, and I’m sure I could learn whatever was necessary. But I don’t think those things make a good preacher. Effective preachers have to be authentic. They have to walk the talk. And that’s where I would have a […]
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The obstacle…might be internal.
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…might look different than society’s version.
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It’s only a few coins…
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What moves us, might not be about us…
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Jesus loves the lttle children, all the children of the world…
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Becky walked into my office the other day, asked that question, looked at me for a minute, and then walked out. My first thought was, “My wheelchair? My bike?” But I suspect she was after something deeper. What moves you? Phrased another way…what causes you to move? What do you care enough about to break […]
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I’m rarely “absolutely” certain. It’s one of the things I admire about neurosurgeons. I’ve encountered a few of them over the years, and they don’t often say “maybe.” Neurosurgeons tend to be sure about the situation and what to do about it. When you talk to them you don’t hear “probably” or “likely.” It’s exactly […]
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…about the right stuff.
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I’ve been thinking this week about connection. How to we bridge the gap between one another, between ourselves and the kids at the Home of Hope, between ourselves and Jesus? + + + One of my most profound childhood memories happened the night before Grandpa’s funeral. I was twelve years old. A large collection of […]
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