Category Archives: Faith & Witness

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What’s Love Got To Do With It?

What does it truly mean when someone says, “I love the sinner but I hate the sin?” Can you do this without harming the other person? Is this really possible? Is this really Christian living? Is it really Christian loving? Personally I can not think

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A New Life

For thou art my rock and my fortress; therefore for thy name’s sake lead me, and guide me. — Psalm 31:3 Preserve me, O God: for in thee do I put my trust. Psalm 16:1 The LORD is the portion of mine inheritance and of

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Healthy Spirituality

Abusive religion cannot produce healthy spirituality. Where Paul used the term “sound doctrine” or “sound words or teachings,” the word “sound” meant “healthy” and Paul was talking about healthy teachings that build healthy spirituality. (See Bible references below.) Extremism, fanaticism, prejudice, ignorance, hypocrisy and a

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The Reality of Resurrection

What if we were to understand the resurrection and ascension not as the bodily translation of some individuals to another world — a mythology no longer credible to us — but as the promise of God to be permanently present, ‘bodily’ present to us, in

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Not Yet

So if the Son makes you free, you will be free indeed. (John 8:36) Not yet. Not yet. I’m too consumed with little passions, small dislikes, tiny hungers — little things that confine me. Like a man in a little box, whose world is defined

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Faith in What Cannot Be Seen

“The empty tomb we celebrate today represents to me faith in the unseen knowing That with faith and hope in the goodness of and love for and gratitude to God Miracles are a reality And anything is possible for one who believes” — John H.

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The Slow Miracle of Transformation

It was a Friday night, February 28, 1997. The phone range late in the evening. My husband, Bob, answered. I heard him say, “Hi, George,” in a friendly voice. George is my ex-husband, the father of my two daughters. Suddenly Bob sat down and made