We humans learn our lessons the hard way. We have since the beginning. The best way to strip human beings of legalism, self-reliance, and pride is to bring us to the end of ourselves, so we can truly recognize our …
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Fifty-some years after the Civil Rights Movement began, sadly, America still has continuing racism. White culture is pervasive, and those who aren’t white often experience prejudice, biased treatment, misunderstanding, and outright discrimination. We who are white don’t fully comprehend our …
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Apart from Jesus, my husband is the best man I know. He’s the man working quietly behind the scenes. His actions show who he is, but you have to be observant, because he doesn’t draw attention to himself. He took …
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Part 5 I sallied forth to visit my parents this past week. Travel didn’t used to be a big deal. I was raised in a road-trip-taking family. We drove all night, listening to late night radio. We hiked over the …
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Part 4 I see through a glass darkly. Out in this desert, it’s as if old age arrived two decades early, robbing me of a season I’d greatly anticipated. I’ve felt like a failure, for I no longer have the …
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Part 2 Coming face to face with our true selves isn’t pretty. We prefer the false constructs we’ve erected in our minds. We believe we’re actually doing all the things we know we should. Rarely is that the entire picture. …
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I don’t care who you are or how romantic your story, even if it’s a fairytale come true. Everyone who’s married faces the challenge of marital harmony. Two broken people living together in a lifetime relationship presents a difficulty in …
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The past six months have brought a whirlwind of change and physical trauma. I don’t know how I’ve gotten through it, but for the grace of God. In the days when I can’t even focus my mind to pray, the …
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During the Civil Rights movement my parents were attending college, then a hotbed of student activism, and I was in grade school. Because of what was happening in the world at that time, I was very aware of the national …
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To interact on Friday, please go to Seriously Write. Today I offer words of encouragement, but let me begin with a story. I started my first real novel in 1988, abandoned it quickly, and picked it back up to finish …
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