Blog
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Get Off the Sidewalk
The house I grew up in was probably less than 500 square feet. It was so small we had to go outside to just change our minds. From the back door of our little gray-shingled house were four steps that emptied onto a little…Continue reading»
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Enough!
I could not speak Portuguese; he could not speak English. About the same age, we stood there nervously, looking at each other, trying to find a way to communicate. Eventually, one of our former missionaries to Brazil came…Continue reading»
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Unity in Diversity
I’ve been serving at the mission for a little over 14 months. The learning curve has been, and still is, rather steep. My wife Jena and I are still adjusting to the change in the rhythm of our lives. At the risk of sounding…Continue reading»
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Warts and All
Our old friend was sick…very sick. To say, he was an old friend is anemic; he was our confidant and mentor. Even more, our old friend Dan Cronk was our hero. And now he was very sick. We knew the time for him to…Continue reading»
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What matters most...?
As the air is turning cooler (finally!) and we are adjusting our schedules to get my son to and from basketball practices and games, I am reminded of my younger years growing up in Indiana where we lived for winter because…Continue reading»
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On A Winter's Morning
I love the early mornings. I think better. And it seems the Lord speaks to me more clearly at 5:30 a.m. than He does the rest of the day. It was a cold morning in West Lafayette, Indiana, and the Lord spoke. I wrote what I…Continue reading»

