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Honey Dos and Don’ts: Newlywed Advice for Husbands
Ah, June. The month of weddings and proposals. In honor of this blissful month, I would like to encourage the brothers. Here are some practical ways to keep peace and stoke love’s hearth – from a feminine perspective. Many of these suggestions are based on mistakes I’ve made, so hopefully the ideas can be helpful to wives as well.
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Doormats and Dirty Feet
I’m not a doormat. But I have lived like one. I’ve stayed put in situations where I know I should leave. Stood silently when people have spoken out of hatred and discrimination. I have let people slander, falsely accuse, and violate me; their words like slung mud on my back. I have acquiesced to going places and doing things in I had absolutely no interest. I have smiled while men shared misogynistic rancor thinly veiled as jokes. That’s doormat behavior.
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Wade in the Water
I watched my son’s fingers tremble as he stretched out his arms to greet the stream of shower water for the first time. He couldn’t fathom these jets of wet about to engulf him, but he was willing to reach out anyway. It was irresistible. His eyes widened as the shower head came closer. I can imagine him assessing the situation: Is this being friend or foe? It’s in Mommy’s hand, but can I trust it? Will it hurt me? Can I bite it? Touch it? Sip it? He chose to furtively but decisively reach out and touch in wonder and in fear. My little one taught me a huge…
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Time Will Tell: An Open Letter to Harold Camping Regarding the Church and May 21, 2011
Mr. Camping, you have convinced many that the Bible indubitably reveals that Judgment Day begins in 3 days, on May 21, 2011. You say that “true” believers, those who have departed from the (apostate, Spirit-bereft-and-Satan-filled-since-1988) churches, have discovered this in the last 35 years. Everyone who does not believe the veracity of this date lives in spiritual darkness, and Judgment will come upon them like a thief in the night. You know what’s ironic? You are the thief. You stole my loved ones from me. I cannot have a conversation, not a single discussion with them without your voice droning in the background or your website branded on their email signatures…
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Bin Laden and Birth Certificates
Warning: Have you heard of the Diary of a Mad Black Woman? This is a page out of the diary. I'm talking about three things you should never discuss: politics, religion and race. You probably don’t want to read this. You should probably read Sandi Glahn’s post instead. It’s tempered, balanced, good. Still here? Okay, well I warned ya.
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The Tree Poem (In honor of Resurrection Sunday)
I wrote this poem last year as a commission for our church’s logo, which is a tree. In honor of my Savior, Jesus Christ, who created trees, hung on a tree, makes me like a tree planted by rivers of water, and who will provide us shade under the tree of life, I am reposting. Praise God for Resurrection Sunday! Organic This gospel seed that Pierced the ground Was buried in the soil Died Somehow stronger through Grace waters and destiny Broke through dirt with roots and stalks Branches and trunk Abundant fruit Delicious and nutritious (when I’m in the mood to eat healthy, anyway) This family tree Has roots in eternity…
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Terry Jones…Again?
I can’t believe I am writing about Terry Jones again. The pastor who threatened to burn Qur’ans last year made good on his word last month. Apparently the reasons to abstain from this particular public display (public safety, protection for our troops) were outweighed by the importance of the message of warning the world against Muslim extremism. On the other side of the world, at least a dozen people have been murdered as a result of riots in Afghanistan in reaction to Jones’ Qur’an burning.
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God – Is There an App for That?
I remember waiting for the 25th Anniversary Motown Special to air on TV. My favorite performer, Michael Jackson, would be gracing the stage. I was beside myself with excitement. My first record was Thriller, and if I had my way, I would be rocking a Jheri Curl, red leather jacket, crisp white socks and black leather loafers, dancing and crooning all the while. I parked myself in front of the TV and would allow no one to turn the dial until the show was over.
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What If God Was One of Us
Recently, I was asked to give a short answer to these questions: “Who is God? Who is He not? Simple, right? Not. As I stared down the echoing and vast abyss of those two questions, one thought initially popped into my thoroughly intimidated brain: *gulp*
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Little Vader, The Superbowl, and The Force
I’m a big fan of Superbowl ads, especially when my team (ehem, the Giants) doesn’t get to play. But even before Superbowl Sunday, a particular ad had me frozen to my laptop like Han Solo in carbonite, which follows a little kid in a Darth Vader costume. He walks down a narrow hallway, black cape billowing behind him, until he reaches an exercise bike. His hands shoot invisible force-rays to bring it to life. Then…nothing.