Two births — the birth of a mother, the birth of a child.Every time I assist a birth I watch and watch and watch for not one, but two miraculous births — first the birth of a mother, that powerful time of dying to herself with a burst of unparalleled bravery and resolve to give every ounce of energy, hope, and strength to that little life in her pain racked body…and then, of course, the emergence of that little baby — that life that’s been at the center of all
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change is a good thing
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In First Peter, regarding faith, we read: Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, which according to his abundant mercy hath begotten us again unto a lively hope by the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead, To an inheritance incorruptible, and undefiled, and that fadeth not away, reserved in heaven for you, Who are kept by the power of God through faith unto salvation ready to be revealed in the last time. Wherein ye greatly rejoice, though now for a season, if need be, ye
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January 6, 2006
It’s so subtle and is happening so slowly and smoothly that it’s hardly noticeable to some people—the faint shift from day to day to the acceptance of immorality. Think for a moment about the church growth “movement” of the last decade or two. Consider the shift from Christ centered to man centered theology and from Biblical principles to marketing strategies for growth. Then take into account the music that fills the minds and the airwaves… no longer Christcentric but egocentric. Consider the shift
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I just read a blog post written by a young mama — a thirty something year old mama. She wrote about the stage of life that’s hard. The repetitive dailies that are particular to young motherhood. She’s a great writer, part of a group of mamas who have a website to which they contribute entries. It’s for encouragement and help for other young moms — I suspect they are helped more themselves by offering the same to others. I’m so glad I read it (and I hope lots
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Every day in the news: a new outrage and the unintended consequence, hypocrisy. Outrage (and hypocrisy) on both sides for or against the cause du jour. Facebook memes, articles, quotes — all over, we’re seeing the proliferation of outrage over the so-called discrimination against behaviour and gender identity. For all these, Christians are viewed as hatemongers, intolerant, religious bigots. All of these events are instructive, we need to be careful we’re not hypocritical in what we say and do.
“And he shall speak great words against
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We’ve got to face this: Porn is an insidious, destructive, pernicious lie. No one benefits from porn. No one. People may think they’re benefiting as they temporarily have sensual and emotional gratification, or relief from stress or loss. Magazines and movies gave way to desktop and then laptop computers and now cellphones for everyone! Instant porn in a pocket. Porn in pockets everywhere. People may think the activity is harmless, private, inconsequential. They may think they’re actually doing their spouse a favour by not *actually* being seduced by
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Women. The sign on the door. All my life, that’s been the safe room. It’s safe to be there. Safe to pee there. Safe to change there. Safe to nurse a baby there. Safe to send a teen daughter. Safe to wait there. Our local department store. No more. Secure no more. Safe no more. The sacred is no more. Women does not mean women any more. Security has been breached, safety has been compromised, the sacred has been polluted. The sacred is now profane. The door has been swung
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For days my mind’s been flooded with grief and all sorts of other CSA emotions I’ve been trying to stifle. (I wrote this a week ago; gripped with the reality that sexualabuse steals and steels. Today I wondered if I wrote it as another of many, many entries I would write and never publish. But I’ll publish this today with the prayer that grown up little girls might be helped, encouraged and comforted — not alone, not wrecked, not forever bad or without hope.)
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Do you ever feel like you’re just wasting time?
As I was washing dishes the other day, I found myself mentally wading into the pond of regrets and perhaps for the first time ever I stopped mid-thought and wondered what I would have done differently were I to have the opportunity to not waste time.
I think when one has faced the cold reality of failures in life, it’s easy to get hung up on failure or to get caught up in rehearsing failures. It’s also
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