I talked to a good friend of mine after my post a few weeks ago: “Sometimes I Wonder about this Thing Called Separation.” In the process of that conversation, I gained a clearer understanding of what I think about separation. I don’t think Christians should talk about separation at all. Or at least, very little.
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Sometimes I look at people like my own sweet grandma and my mother in law, who are both in their 80’s, with a pleasant sort of condescension. Their lives revolve around their quilt blocks and their canning and what the neighbor said. For news, they read the Budget. (For the unenlightened, that’s a 50-page weekly
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Ten years ago, you wouldn’t have wanted to get on the wrong side of Paul Lansing. An ex-Marine who’d trained for 35 years in martial arts, he was a hulk of a guy with a demeanor that said, “Don’t mess with me.” Nowadays, if you were to see him with his neighbor’s children cuddled up
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A young woman involved in witchcraft and member of a violent gang hears God say “I love you” in the middle of the night. That revelation changes her life.
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So, I don’t think I live up to this yet…but here’s what I’ve been thinking about. *** My great grandma’s rocker had a cover on it once—blue blocks in several shades, circled by a dark blue ruffle—but I thought it ugly, so I threw it way. The wood of the rocker is worn. On the
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