Getting past the first pushup.

“The hardest pushup is the first one.” That’s what I’m saying these days. I know that the fifteenth one, or the fifth, can be hard as well. But I am stopped by the first one more often than the fifteenth. These days, in fact, if I make it past the first one, I have little […]

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Tracing stories

I don’t know when Lois lost her husband. The first time I met her, she was living with her daughter and son-in-law in a little town in Turkey. She had at least one grandson named Timothy. She told him Bible stories. The same ones I heard when I was growing up. The one about Elijah […]

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