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Why I Am A Christian, Part 1
I was born and raised a Christian, so I started out with one strike against me. How hard it is for the rich to enter the kingdom of heaven! I was better than other kids: didn’t cuss, didn’t dance, didn’t smoke, didn’t drink. But I didn’t want to be defined by what I didn’t do.…
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Achieving Dreams
Yesterday as I was taking Nelly to a friends house for a sleepover party, she was singing a song from Disney’s Cinderella: No matter how your heart is grieving If you keep on believing The dream that you wish will come true. “Do you belive that?” I asked. “Yes,” she said firmly. “But it’s not…
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Father of Waters
As I was driving Belinda and Nelly to church this Mother’s Day, we crossed the Mississippi River, and Belinda remarked that the water was high. Nelly wanted to know how the river could flood when there was nothing to keep the water from flowing downriver. “Where does the water come from?” I asked. “God?” she…
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