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Most personalThe Spinach Can
For a teenager wanting to fit in, a father’s refusal to buy a color TV feels like a punishment. But years later, a simple pantry discovery revealed that his frugality wasn’t stubbornness—it was a survival tactic born of the Great Depression and a silent act of love.
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Faith under pressureWhen the Doctor Closed the Door
We were just kids when the word "malignant" shattered our world in a sterile waiting room. It takes a long time to learn that courage isn’t about the absence of fear, but about finding solid ground when the mud is rising.
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Family historyWhen the Manna Stopped
In the classic Depression-era film The Grapes of Wrath, the Joad family piled everything they owned onto a flatbed truck and headed west with nothing but hope and some dubious flyers promising work in California.
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Not Running on Empty
I was sitting in a Sunday service recently listening to my pastor talk about the importance of staying close to God, and my mind started comparing my spiritual walk lately to a car that just won’t start. The picture came so clearly I had to pull out my iPad right there and jot down the scenario before I lost it.
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When the Manna Stopped
In the classic Depression-era film The Grapes of Wrath, the Joad family piled everything they owned onto a flatbed truck and headed west with nothing but hope and some dubious flyers promising work in California. They were characters on a screen, but for my family, those rickety trucks and dusty roads were real life.
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Roots Before the Storm
When God created the earth, He didn’t make a single thing to stand on its own two feet forever. Not an insect, not a bird, not a beast of the field, or a plant was designed to be self-sufficient. Every living thing has a hunger that must be satisfied, a need to be made new and whole again day after day.
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Observing the Wind
Whether you are building a business, raising a family, or just trying to get through a Tuesday, the human mind often feels like a chaotic laundry room. A look at the paralysis of perfectionism and the ancient wisdom that helps us finally break the cycle.
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Fool’s Gold and Canned Ham
We’ve all been fooled by the picture on the box. Whether it’s a gelatinous dinner or a shiny casino, the world is great at selling us a wrapper that looks better than the gift. When I was a kid, the idea of a ham in a can (from an exotic, faraway land like Denmark, no less) was fascinating.
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Same Anxiety, Different Headlines
The virus faded from the front page, but anxiety just found new targets to latch onto. The headlines change, but the cure remains the same: stop running on your own power and start feeding the right wolf. I ran across something I wrote during the dark, early days of the Covid outbreak.
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Grace Has No Outdated Addresses
I can still picture the faces of students weighed down by guilt that wasn’t theirs. What I didn’t notice at the time was how it was also shaping me. Only years later did I begin to connect the dots. And the truth of it still works on me.
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The Economics of Grace
We spend our lives trying to keep the ledger in the black, hoping our good deeds will eventually tip the scales in our favor. But the math of heaven is different than the math of earth, and the debt was never ours to settle.
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Tear Up The Planks
We all have something thumping beneath the floorboards of our lives while the world sits calmly above. The internal noise can be maddening, but there is a way to finally silence the drum. In Edgar Allan Poe’s The Tell-Tale Heart, a man is driven to madness by an old man’s pale, filmy “vulture” eye.
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When the Bank Came Down
They blew up the first Pasadena State Bank building today. Yes, I know today we call it an implosion. But this was a building of the 1960s, and in my youth, turning a 12-story steel and concrete tower into dust meant you blew it up.
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The Debt is Dead
Alex: (picking up the phone) Hello? Zebub: (A voice like grinding stones) Alex. I’ve got the ledger open. You’re in the hole for a fortune, and your time just ran out. I’m filing the fraud warrant as we speak. You pay this massive debt now, or you can rot in a very dark prison until you pay every last cent in full, plus interest.
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The Myth of the Finish Line
We are told we can have it all, but economics and the soul agree: everything has a price. When the holidays feel like a placeholder and work becomes a hiding place, the hardest thing to do is simply close your eyes. Traditions are falling away like dry needles.
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