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As I watched a friend bury their father…

Today, I watched a dear family friend bury their father. As I stood at the graveside, listening to the minister’s words of consolation, I paused for a moment to take in my surroundings. The wind rustled the trees that were as weathered as the tombstones that littered the landscape. Thick clouds methodically danced across the sky hinting of a much-needed rain. I swayed ever so slightly, keeping in rhythm with the melody of the clouds and the breeze. In that moment, although I […]

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Overcoming the Noise

Noise. We live in a world full of the Noise. A constant hum of chatter runs rampant in our lives. Key strokes on a computer. Endless posts on our news feed. The complaints of our companions. Tweets and retweets. Car engines. Traffic. Airplanes. Cell phones. The Noise culminates in a blur and we respond in two ways: We add more Noise or We desperately try to escape it In the end, we’re consumed. Maybe we gain a few hours of […]

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Seeking Saturday: Forgiveness is Contagious – A Testimony of Peace

Happy Seeking Saturday! Two weeks ago, I shared a post – Completely Broken – The Amazing Story of ‘Coach’ Gary Weller.  If you’ve read it, you’ll recall the amazing story of faith, persistence and determination of a former high school football coach who was intentionally run over while jogging.  If you didn’t get a chance to read it, please do; it will stir your soul. As I wrote on the difficult topic of forgiveness this week, I began to see […]

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Be Calm, Be Quiet, Be Content

Too often, I feel like no one can relate to my life–no one can understand where I’m coming from. In my frustration, I isolate myself on my own little island, set up camp, and throw a one-man pity party. However, I found some consolation this week from the Old Testament that gives me the strength to persevere. David knew the joy of victory. He also understood the pain of defeat. He danced with gladness, yet at times, his soul was troubled to […]

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The Hardest Blog Post I’ve Ever Written

My grandfather, Mendel Ham, grew up on a farm in rural South Carolina. Racial inequality was rampant in the Deep South during the 1930’s, but one of his best friends was an African-American farm hand. That pretty much sums up my grandfather—the stares and jeers weren’t strong enough to break his spirit. I didn’t know him as a young man, but I try to envision him approaching my grandmother to ask her on their first date. Or, see him as an eighteen-year old marine, serving our country […]

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