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Bob Robinson

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Tim Keller – Why Work Matters

In this video, Tim Keller shares the biblical truth that all Christians are engaged in God’s work, not merely Christians working in full-time pastoral ministry. When a baker bakes bread or a musician writes beautiful music, they are the means through which God provides food and art to the world. He makes the case that ...
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Amy Sorrells

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Worth a thousand words: Announcing Jakob’s Legacy, a space for stories in pictures.

This is a photo of my grandma, Mary, my grandpa, Joe, and my dad, the tiny one they obviously adore. Don’t you just love their smiles, the way Mary seems to be glancing over at Joe, how they look like … Continue reading →
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Tom Volkar

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Delightful Work Rides Again at a New Location

Copyright © 2015 Tom Volkar. Visit the original article at post is for all of you faithful Delightful Work subscribers. I’ve been wrtiing again at Please join me to subscribe to my blog there.  Here are some recent posts if you want to know what I’ve been up to. How to Live a […]

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lost in love

Someone once said, “Let my heart be broken by the […] The post lost in love appeared first on Scribing the Journey.
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Glynn Young

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Life as Wilderness Trek

As she tells the story in Fight Back With Joy: Celebrate More. Regret Less. Stare Down Your Greatest Fears, five days after her first round of chemotherapy, Margaret Feinberg kept a commitment to lead a spiritual retreat in Maine. Everything was going fine until the third day and the scheduled nine-mile hike up Cadillac Mountain in Acadia National Park.  Almost from the outset, everything began to go wrong, for Margaret and the group. Some became separated from the main group. Others began to fatigue and peeled off, returning to base. A couple got lost temporarily. Some got sunburned. Margaret herself began to lose energy, decided to hurry back, took the wrong trail (with most of the group following her) and had to climb back up to find the right trailhead. That sounds like a metaphor. A metaphor for life. Wrong turns. Enthusiasm finding a harsh reality. Making wrong choices. Making bad choices. Physical problems. Assuming you can do more than you actually can. Disappointment. So, she asks, where’s the joy?  Coincidentally, or perhaps not, right before I read this chapter in Feinberg’s book I listened to the sermon preached by one of our pastors Sunday. The Scripture was Psalm 102. If you haven’t read it, or aren’t familiar with it, it’s a lament. The New International Version has a brief lead-in: “A prayer of an afflicted man. When he is faint and pours out his lament before the Lord.” What is the psalmist lamenting? Disappointment. Depression (or what sounds just like it). Listlessness. Purposelessness. Persecution by enemies. Feeling useless. “Withering away like grass.” Been there. Done that.  We’ve all experienced these feelings and situations. All the neo-prosperity gospelites to the contrary, life is not a mansion, big Mercedes Benz, and a timeshare in Monaco. Life is hard. Problems happen. Loved ones get sick. You get sick. Jobs are lost. Dreams are postponed and then cancelled. People do awful things to you. You do awful things to people. Whatever happened to “and they all lived happily ever after?” Life is, well, hard. Bad things happen to good people, and all the time. Women and children are kidnapped by those who pride themselves on achieving new levels of vicious violence. The wicked prosper.  The psalmist has an answer, one very similar to what Feinberg discovered. As much as we rebel against the idea, the fact is that life – this life – is not all about us. This life is always about a larger story.  And the joy is in that larger story. Led by Jason Stasyzen and Sarah Salter, we’re reading Margaret Feinberg’s Fight Back with Joy. To see other posts on this week’s chapter, “The Biggest Myth About Joy,” please visit Sarah at LivingBetween the Lines.Photograph by George Hodan via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.
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Jim Lange

Why Being A Soft Leader Can Be Unloving

“The best way to limit crucial conversations is to have a meaningless life.” Joseph Grenny I believed a lie. Yes, there is no denying it. I believed the same lie...

Sheila Lagrand

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Grandparenting: Please Help Me!

My Great-Grandfather, My Sister, My Mother, Me. 1959. When I was a child, I assumed everybody’s family was just like mine. I still recall the shocking discovery that  a second-grade classmate and her family lived in an apartment. I didn’t get it. Everybody knew that families live in houses, right?  Sometimes I think I know something when I really […]

Michelle DeRusha

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Your Work Does Not Define Your Self-Worth

A few weeks ago, when he heard I was in between jobs, an acquaintance mentioned that he hoped I was “able to enjoy this time of rest.” At the time I nodded my head and smiled politely, but inside, I was aghast. “Enjoy this time of rest?” I harrumphed. I was out of a job, […]You just finished reading Your Work Does Not Define Your Self-Worth! Consider leaving a comment!
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emily wierenga

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An Open Letter to Mothers Who Have Miscarried

Dear Mothers Who Have Miscarried,I've lost two, and it's near torn me apart, this longing to be in heaven with my babies, but I've learned the secret to staying on earth.I learned the secret, just weeks ago, and I want to share it here with you, if I may?It was December, a cold afternoon and I was meeting in a church with a prayer team. They asked me about the babies I'd lost and I wept so hard I couldn't speak because this past spring, God had told me my Madeleine would live. And then she'd died. He'd told me about her personality, and then she'd slid from my body, and I gave birth to Stillborn Faith that day.I've been grieving ever since and sometimes it's just a white lace shoe that undoes me. Or a pink dress.  Or the sight of a woman's rounded womb.And I met with the prayer team and they prayed over me, that the Grief would end. I nodded tearfully.Following the prayer, one of the women pulled me aside and told me she'd heard a pastor speak once, on miscarried and aborted babies, and that this pastor had received a vision of a nursery in heaven. In this vision, the pastor saw a nursery filled with miscarried and aborted babies, angels watching over them, and upon reaching heaven, mothers who'd lost their babies would be given a second chance to raise them.Now, friends, I don't know that there's anything in Scripture that talks about a nursery in heaven but I also know that heaven is mysterious and unfathomable and eternal, and that a nursery is something akin to the loving character of God the Father. He may just give us a second chance to raise our babies.I breathed long and hard and fast after she told me this. Because if this nursery does exist, then suddenly God's words to me in the spring made sense: his words saying that my baby would live (even though on earth, she died); his words describing her personality, as though she were already alive.Because no life is lost to Jesus.The night I lost my first child, I had a dream, even as I slept: a little girl with golden curls sat outside my bedroom door playing with toys, and when she looked at me, she had her father's eyes. And then I looked down at my arms and there was a little boy asleep in them, but I couldn't see his face.If this nursery exists, that dream was of my daughter, playing in heaven (and the baby in my arms? My eldest son, who was conceived months later).And my daughter's waiting for me--even as your children are waiting for you.13 For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb. 14 I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well. 15 My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place, when I was woven together in the depths of the earth. 16 Your eyes saw my unformed body; all the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be. (Psalm 139)Friends?Our God does not lie.If he's told you that your baby lives? She does. Maybe not on earth. But nothing can separate us from the love of God--not even death, Romans 8 tells us.May you be filled with hope. This world is not all there is.Hallelujah.Your sister,e.*** Hey guys--I hate asking this, but I guess it's part of being a "professional" writer; I created an Author page yesterday and am wondering if you'll consider Liking me? Here's the link: XOXOSubscribers that had been using the RSS method may have tore-subscribe and choose the non-comments feed. Old (dead) link: (working) link:

Tod Bolsinger

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Of Collaborators and Winter Coats

By Tod Bolsinger “No one would live in Boston without owning a winter coat. But countless people think that they can exercise leadership without partners…” -Ronald Heifetz “I’m going to need new clothes,” my daughter warns me. “It’s just a weekend trip,” I remind her. “I mean, if I go...

Jeanne Damoff


Twenty-One Grains of Wheat

They were good men by pretty much any standard. Able-bodied, hard workers who only wanted to provide for their families, but there was no work available. So they counted the cost, took a big risk, and crossed a border into dangerous territory in search of jobs. And we all know what happened. We’ve seen the […]
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Susan Jones

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“For last year's words  belong to last year's languageAnd next year's words await another voice.And to make an end is to make a beginning." T.S. Eliot *  *  * "Any new beginning  is forged from  the shards of the past,  not from the  abandonment of the past." Craig D. Lounsbrough *  *  * Juniper "The Juniper tree's name is derived  from the Latin word juniperus.  In Latin,
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Brock Henning

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3 Virtues Even Non-Trekkies Can Learn from Spock

Many of us were saddened this week at the passing of Leonard Nimoy, an icon (if not the icon) of the Star Trek universe. I guess you could say I’m a trekkie, minus the spock ears. Okay, I did own a pair when I was a kid, but I never wore them in public. Does […] The post 3 Virtues Even Non-Trekkies Can Learn from Spock appeared first on Brock Stephen Henning.

Heather Holleman

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The Tiniest Little Gift

On Sunday night, my friend put a tiny little present on my kitchen counter.It was a teabag.It's wrapper said Scottish Breakfast Tea. My friend simply said, "You will love it. It's the best tea."Days pass. I had set the teabag next to my tea kettle because I wanted to drink it during the morning sometime since I'm so sensitive to caffeine.Finally, I remember that little teabag, and I make myself a cup of steaming Scottish Breakfast Tea. I add some sugar from my tiny little blue and white sugar bowl.It was delicious.This tiny little gift brought an immense amount of relaxation.I remember that living with flair involves tiny little gifts to pass on and enjoy.It was, as I said, delicious.

Marilyn Yocum


Dumping My Blog

I’M THINKING OF DUMPING MY BLOG – been thinking it a while – but is it one more step away from writing? Or toward it? Unsure. I admitted to these very thoughts while riding to church a few weeks ago and wouldn’t you know it? The morning’s passage included “immediately they left their nets.” I […]

Marni Arnold

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Who’s Really the Enemy?

Passing by a particular denominational church recently triggered memories to a moment when I felt deep pain. Not because of the church, but because of how I was treated by my family concerning a boy I once was interested in dating who attended this church denomination. He really was interested in dating me as well, and when […] The post Who’s Really the Enemy? appeared first on Marni Arnold.