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As much as I love this story about the Marine who gave up his chance to compete with his friends to help a kid, I think we’re overlooking the story about the kid who was willing to ask for help.

“Sir, will you run with me?”

How many of us would have asked?

I think we Christians often fail to ask, even though we are asking our most almighty God when we pray.  We forget that He wants to help us.  We forget that we are worthy of His help.  We forget that we deserve to have someone running at our side.

I admire the Marine for helping the little guy out.  But I also admire the little guy who was willing to admit he was lost and alone, who was willing to ask for help.

God is waiting to run with you.  It’s okay to ask.

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Twenty Nine Years

When my husband and I travel to Palm Desert, we do something that reminds me of those early days when we were first dating.  And it’s not what you think.

We buy groceries.  Our first stop after landing is the Costco at Monterey and Dinah Shore.  We eat most of our meals in the condo nowadays.  If we eat out, we do it at lunchtime, to save money.

This means we’ve got to buy groceries. (more…)

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Too many posts for one day, I know.

But I’ve been wondering how to address the subject of the Steubenville rape.  How to share my frustrations with the crime, the aftermath, the trial.  How to put the case in context.

Turns out I don’t need to.  Turns out a blogger named Ann Voskamp has done it already.

http://www.aholyexperience.com/2013/03/after-steubenville-what-our-sons-needs-to-know-about-manhood/

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You Exist, and I Love You

On Sunday night, one of the Associate Pastors delivered the sermon.  We can always tell when an Associate Pastor will speak as we enter the parking lot; attendance tends to drop a bit, which leads us to believe some people check the website to find out who will be preaching and make their plans from there.

Well, they missed out.  Kevin, a member of the Youth Ministry team, knocked it out of the park.

Kevin told us about a class he took years ago.  Students spent their mornings in the classroom, then had lunch and went outside to practice their learning.  He told us that the most profound practice took place on the first day.  Students were instructed to look everyone they met in the eye while thinking, “You exist. You are a Child of God, in whom he is well pleased.  Because God loves you, I also love you.”

Of course, he shared, it was awkward.  It’s much more comfortable to say hello, or even look away, than it is to look upon others and contemplate their value.  But he did it.

A few years ago, I realized something similar.  I was friendly enough, chatting amiably with waitresses and store clerks and the other people I met throughout my days, but seldom did I make the effort to look into their eyes.  I’d have entire conversations with people and fail to make eye contact for any length of time.  I decided to change that.  It was much easier than Kevin’s task–but well worth the effort.

What about you?  Do you look people in the eye, or glance away?  Do you strive to make eye contact?  What does it mean to you when someone connects with your eyes?

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The Sparrow Story

A friend recently shared this Paul Harvey story.  I thought it was remarkable.

One raw winter night the man heard an irregular thumping sound against the kitchen storm door. He went to a window and watched as tiny, shivering sparrows, attracted to the evident warmth inside, beat in vain against the glass.

Touched, the farmer bundled up and trudged through fresh snow to open the barn door for the struggling birds. He turned on the lights and tossed some hay in the corner. But the sparrows, which had scattered in all directions when he emerged from the house, hid in the darkness, afraid.

The man tried various tactics to get them into the barn. He laid down a trail of Saltine cracker crumbs to direct them. He tried circling behind the birds to drive them to the barn. Nothing worked. He, a huge, alien creature, had terrified them; the birds couldn’t comprehend that he actually desired to help. The farmer withdrew to his house and watched the doomed sparrows through a window. As he stared, a thought hit him like lightning from a clear blue sky: If only I could become a bird – one of them – just for a moment. Then I wouldn’t frighten them so. I could show them the way to warmth and safety.

At the same moment, another thought dawned on him. He grasped the reason Jesus was born.

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Because of the shooting July 20 in Colorado and the recent flurry of activity regarding the views of the owner of Chick-fil-a, not to mention the survivor’s benefits that won’t be paid to the partner of astronaut Sally Ride, I’ve been opening my Facebook news feed each day to a louder than usual cacophony of opinion.

One friend’s recent post has me thinking.  “Let me know,” she wrote, “if you agree with this guy so I can unfriend you.”  This post included a sound bite of an elected official stating an opinion that he probably now wishes he’d kept private.  He essentially blamed the Colorado shooting on a decline of Christianity among Americans and said something about wishing an armed person had been present. (more…)

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More from Colorado

A friend shared this post recently, another written by a pastor in the Aurora, Colorado area.

I didn’t intend to share it, originally, but I can’t stop thinking about it.  What does it mean?  Did God prepare Petra for this moment?  What do you suppose Petra believes?

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