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A Good Mystery
A Good Mystery…
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Tis The Season!
Autumn is the season of the nominating committee. If I am honest, I cringe a little each year this rolls around. I am, by nature, a person of comfort and predictability. I like my life the way it is and don’t appreciate change. Sacrifices are … well … sacrifices! The very nature of them is…
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The Power of Grace
The Power of Grace “Grace is power,” caught me off balance. I didn’t argue with Pastor, but the statement made me think. Walking with my…
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Lessons in Faith
Lessons in Faith Pastor John taught on faith this past Sabbath. A real life lesson that God gave me, years ago, was through my son, Isaac. We lived in Michigan’s Upper…
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The Big A
The Big A Can you get any further from a Christian name than being named after a pagan goddess? I think not but … Mum called me Diane “because it was pretty.” “The huntress” was pretty cool,…
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Under His Pinons
I sat sullenly on a semi-rotted, wobbly, two-step entrance to an empty, sad looking, gray house. The steps were too narrow for two hineys. I didn’t care, but Fred found an old, gray, rough-wood bench around the corner and dragged it closer to where I was. He semi-leveled it with some random…