A Rest for Jugglers Everywhere

I see people of unbelief as jugglers in a circus of life. And, a sad circus it is. These “performers” toss things from hand to hand in an attempt to stay busy, or focused, or fit. One moment of distraction and something falls to the floor. A ball drops and...

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Fear Factors and Faith that Floats

Fear does strange things to us. It has to; because it is something we were not made for. Read Genesis 3. There we discover original fear as it plagued Adam and Eve after their original sin. Maybe that should read original sins — plural. There was a mental process of...

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Of Use to God

Mud and spittle. Rods and branches. Jawbones, pebbles, and slings. Lamps, pitchers, torches, and trumpets. Milky curds in a lordly dish, a hammer, and a tent peg. Two mites. Five loaves. Two fish. Just a thread. These are some of the things God has employed to accomplish His purposes. At...

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No Fool

What it means to be a missionary? I am an American living in Berlin, married to a German pastor. Even though my status is more permanent compared to some missionaries I know in Berlin, I still consider myself a missionary because that’s how I started out here.   It could...

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Shining Refugees Percieve Home

Accumulate enough substance to stay We moved out here and have accumulated enough substance to stay. This is our separation, our disjointing, our escape, our harbor of strength. The great divide between soul and spirit deepens out here. Old-world goods and bads detach, with old- world emotions and self-collecting; we are free....

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Jack Phiri

His eyes are always filled with compassion (I guess after having ten children in one of the poorest places on earth you might learn a thing or two about compassion). His clothes are mismatched, old and worn, but he brings such dignity to them that they might as well be...

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Idols Fade, the Living God is Forever

The city of Athens burdened Paul the apostle. He wandered through its streets and bumped into idol after idol. Those who lived there spent (wasted?) their moments telling of and hearing about the next new thing. The Athenians did this because every idol grows stale. There’s a limited shelf life...

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