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Wrecking Wrepentance

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I am a huge fan of the late George Carlin. I realize that some may take issue with this revelation. "How can a 'pastor' like such a foul-mouth?"

How can I not?

It's true, Carlin made profanity an art form all its own. Yet underneath the profane, counter-cultural, social commentator, was an extremely brilliant mind. He had a knack for questioning the things of our culture that no one really stopped to consider or had the courage to ask. His remarks on "Time," in 1978, for example, were quite astute, in my opinion. Remarks like, "I have been standing here 'forever'," were scrutinized. Was it really forever? Exactly how long is forever? "Look, Bill, this guy has been standing here forever!" Carlin made us think about stuff that we needed to think about and didn't.

We have a lot of words and concepts in Christianity that need to be re-examined and scrutinized. Religious fluff that we need to think about. The one that stands …

National Day of Prayer...Or Politics

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I had a very disturbing dream last night. Was it prophetic, or was it because I ate some Goldfish crackers before bed? Frankly, I hope the latter is to blame. Here it is...

We were in a post-apocalyptic world. My family and I somehow survived and were living in a community of other survivors replete with homemade shelters from whatever could be safely scavenged. ISIS was in control, and it was not safe to go anywhere.

The water was poisoned. Food was poisoned. The soil was poisoned. There was literally no way to survive. It was a classic Kobayashi Maru no-win scenario. My hope was in the Lord, but practically speaking, there was no tangible hope in the world I dreamed of. There was nowhere to turn for help. Every second, the potential for capture, death by starvation, or execution existed. This could NOT be happening!

I woke up. I prayed. I hugged my wife as she slept peacefully. I then began to analyze where that dream came from. I am not a hopeless person, I am a "glass-half-f…

There Was A Time...A Confession

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Sinatra sang that "Youth is wasted on the young." Sometimes it is, sometimes it's not.

Today I read a heartfelt Facebook appeal from my daughter Jenna that she wrote while witnessing a fellow student sharing their faith with another. It was a genuine, heartfelt appeal to all of us who name the name of Jesus simply to love Him and then love others. His way, not our way.

Two things happened to me as I read her appeal:

1) I was so proud that this person who expressed such heartfelt compassion was my daughter. I am proud of all four of my children. No one more than the other. Each of them have their gifts and special qualities. But something else happened here.

2) The Lord spoke to my heart and said, lovingly, not condescendingly, "Remember when you were like that?" I did. I remembered. I was like that. I was just like that. I gave up hours of my youth encouraging others around me. Sometimes I still do, but not nearly as much, and not with the same genuine compass…