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STUMBLING OVER AN ECHO
It is late Friday evening. Tanya and I are watching an old film—The Painted Lady. Well, not terribly old. It was made in 1997. At 88, one’s definition of “old” becomes flexible. Then I came across a few words about dreams gathering dust—dreams discovered beneath old fears and inside boxes that had not been opened…
The Day Began with Dishes
Some of the days that changed my life forever began like any other day. Coffee. Dishes. A few messages answered. Things moved from one place to another. Nothing in the morning announced that the road was about to turn. But before the day ended, a telephone call came. A door opened. Someone spoke a sentence…
A Root Beneath Us, a Fragrance Above Us
A Marker Stone from ICON — September 6, 2026 Yesterday, during the praise service at ICON, several thoughts began gathering around me. At first, they seemed separate. But this morning, I can see them becoming one. He is the Root of David. I have often thought of Jesus as the Son of David—the One who…
Physically Eighty-Eight – Spiritually Fifty-Two
September 8th was my birthday. Not the birthday recorded on my birth certificate. That one says I am eighty-eight years old. This is another kind of birthday. On September 8, 1974, fifty-two years ago today, I began my Christian journey. Physically, I am eighty-eight. Spiritually, I am fifty-two. I was thirty-six when the Lord spoke…
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