Tag: despair

  • Don’t Give Up

    Don’t Give Up

    My daughter Shelby thanked me for providing her with a sheltered and mostly joyous childhood. She was prompted to do so shortly after I shared my latest dream with her. The dream came to me in a dozing stage, that early sleep when you are[..]
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  • Make Good Flourish

    Make Good Flourish

    [caption id="attachment_3846" align="aligncenter" width="960"] Photo by Julie Utterback[/caption]   Church was hard today. I woke this morning with a prayer on my mind, or maybe praying outright. Who can know for sure when one is woken? It was a prayer for Pastor Ken and his[..]
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  • What’s Left of Right?

    What’s Left of Right?

    Karen's Note: The following is a post from a veteran-turned-pastor friend. Many of you regular readers are already familiar with Roger.  Please feel free to share your thoughts with him. I know he'd like to engage with you on these matters. Roger lives and serves in[..]
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  • I AM NOT BLESSED

    I AM NOT BLESSED

    It's the time now when I have finished one book and about to get started on another. It's time for resetting. A time where I prepare for book tour. This last book in the Appalachian series will include a talk/presentation for ancestry buffs, so I'm[..]
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  • Why we never gave up on church

    Why we never gave up on church

    Millennial. We were like you once, Not so very long ago. We, after all, were the ones who taught you the words of The B-I-B-L-E And how deep and wide is Our Father's Love. You aren't the first, you know, to raise the issues We[..]
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  • Jesus in the Kudzu

    Jesus in the Kudzu

    [caption id="attachment_1506" align="aligncenter" width="373"] Jesus in the Kudzu[/caption]   He wears tats upon his thin frame and silver studs on his lips. His jeans fall inches below his gray Calvin underwear. The first day I spoke with him, he wasn't wearing a shirt. He was[..]
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  • Deliver Us From Evil

    Deliver Us From Evil

    It is Good Friday. A term that has always seemed like an oxymoron to me. I mean, if you are going to be nailed to a cross, for any reason whatsoever, that does not seem like a particularly good day for anybody. Oh, I know,[..]
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  • Hobbling Along

    Hobbling Along

    I took an ailing veteran to the VA Center in Boise, Idaho this week. He's a young fellow, in his mid-forties. A big lug of a guy, 6' 3", and hauling around too much weight on his broken frame of a body. Twenty years ago,[..]
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