It was December of 1989. We lived in south Florida less than a mile from the beach. Tall royal palm trees lined the sidewalks. Mango, lemon and orange trees grew...
Read MoreRarely am I a brave writer. I hedge my bets and worry about what people think. I shy away from pulling back the curtain even though I know I overestimate my...
Read MoreChances are you checked your calendar this morning making mental notes of your meetings and appointments. You probably have an idea of what your day will look like. And...
Read MoreFirst, I want to thank you for your faithfulness as a regular attender of a local congregation. You serve, give, pray, volunteer, show up, teach children, invest...
Read MoreAll this talk of pace, attention, and reflection are not ends in themselves. They are vehicles that can press us further into intimacy with God through prayer. Think...
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