Are You Still There God?  Or Was That the Last Straw?
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Are You Still There God? Or Was That the Last Straw?

Are You Still There God? Or Was That the Last Straw? But not for my children, would I ever truly see how exhausting I, the Believer in Jesus Christ, really am? Or what a good Father He really is? I know He isn’t, well, recently I have come to know that God isn’t perpetually smacking Himself in the forehead and muttering “Oi vey, Jami, Jami – you will be the straw that breaks this Camel’s back.  You are wearing me …

Stuff I Wish You’d Quit Saying: May God Have Mercy on Your Soul

Stuff I Wish You’d Quit Saying: May God Have Mercy on Your Soul

Stuff I Wish You’d Quit Saying: May God Have Mercy on Your Soul I know you are but what am I? Of all the stupid things I hate to see this takes the proverbial and literal cake. Jesus, come quickly. I have to ask, you of the High Horse, who in hells bells do you think you are?  Am I to assume that you know the heart of man so well as to assume you know who God’s mercy needs …

Panic, Anxiety, Shame, and Jesus: The Truth About Faith and Fear 2

Panic, Anxiety, Shame, and Jesus: The Truth About Faith and Fear

I woke at 4:14 am in a panic.  Panic tends to be the soft spot in my belly that enemy loves to poke at. Panic is my Achilles heel. If I were a werewolf, panic is my silver bullet. Should you find me lying in a coffin, peacefully sleeping after a night of terrorizing virgins and blood sucking, panic is sunlight, a crucifix, holy water or a wooden stake to my immortal heart. If panic were to come in the …

Stop the Gloom and Doom!  Expecting Jesus to be Jesus 1
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Stop the Gloom and Doom! Expecting Jesus to be Jesus

Stop the Gloom and Doom! Expecting Jesus to be Jesus Our daughter Sophie expects good things. When she was about 4, we went on a family vacation to Colorado.  While on the grand camping adventure, we took a detour, and rode a train, The Narrow Gauge, through the mountains from Durango to Silverton.  As the locomotive chugged up the canyon overlooking white rapid rivers, stony drops and curves, Sophie sat next to my dad, “Papa” as he pointed out geological formations, trees, and abandoned mines. Soon, …

Lost Marbles, Chronic Illness, & The Father’s Love… 3

Lost Marbles, Chronic Illness, & The Father’s Love…

“Baby boy, what are you looking for?” I inquired of our youngest vandal son, Charlie. Charlie was digging deep in a toy bucket, tossing this and that over his shoulder. “Maaawbles.” Fully aware there were no “maaawbles” in the house as they pose a serious choking hazard to our baby foster-love, I assure him, “Charlie, there are no marbles in here.” Frustrated he flopped to his bottom and let out an exasperated sigh.  “I fink I wost my maaawbles, and …