i used to hate getting dirty. You too? I mean, all kids love playing in mud and will put all sorts of disgusting in their mouths. I had that too. But a larger part of me hated messes. I always thought cleaning up was the best part of play time. In kindergarten, while the other kids squished finger paints and
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Is longing enough? You don’t often believe so. And maybe too unbelieving, too afraid to admit, you strive to feel something you don’t, something real again of this living water, and a love for his life. Something that may not have happened exactly, though you do remember and it persists. Its truth seems to have expanded the bowl, beyond your
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Dear Strong Christian, How much I’d like to fight with you. But I suppose the truth is, I’m not that concerned. I know you’ll be fine in time, when life does its work and then God does his. I don’t need you to agree with me, and I don’t care about disagreement. I’m not sure what happened, but when did
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Two camps. Two paths. They say that’s all there are. The low road and the high. Lovers v. haters. And hate it or learn to love it, no one gets out. Everyone has to decide. Which way will I go? The way of the world or the way of the Lord? We hear of these all our lives and
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“Following the broadcast, which again enjoyed huge ratings, Elvis was burned in effigy by angry crowds in Nashville and St. Louis. The popular press was also critical of his style and movements. Rock and roll was increasingly attacked and there was growing opposition to its supposedly negative influence on America’s youth. The more the establishment pushed back, the more Elvis’s
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