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The Batting Cage

Posted by on Jul 26, 2019 in A CHERISHED FAMILY, Blog, Dad Voice | 0 comments

During my college days, my roommate and I took a break from our studies and headed to a local amusement facility. Part of their offerings was a batting cage. I had never been co-ordinated enough to make worthy contact between the bat and a ball, so I wasn’t too keen on entering the cage. After a number of laps in a go-cart, a round of mini-golf, and numerous sessions on some arcade games, my roommate said, “Let’s hit some baseballs.” Kent and I took turns entering the cage. He consistently connected with a satisfying crack. Me? Well, turns out Ben Afflect wasn’t the worst bat-man after all. I was! The machine almost pitched a no-hitter. As much as Kent was enjoying the cool breeze my bat was providing on this warm California evening, he was quick to ask, “Who...

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The Jerusalem Model: A Legoland for Bible Geeks

Posted by on Jul 24, 2019 in A HAPPY HOME, Blog, History by the Slice | 0 comments

“It’s better than Legoland.” I heard someone make this comment while viewing a massive model depicting what the city of Jerusalem looked like in the first century. My wife and I were having a grand time exploring this huge, sprawling model—about the size of two tennis courts—at the Israel Museum in Jerusalem. I’d have to agree that the model of first-century Jerusalem is far better than Legos, and this is coming from a grown man who still loves his Legos. My office has a Lego train running through it, along with all kinds of Lego buildings. The Jerusalem model, built to a scale of 1:50, was created in the early 1960s, commissioned by Hans Kroch, owner of the Holyland Hotel. For years, the model was featured on the grounds of the hotel, but it was moved to the beautiful...

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Praying Through the Pain

Posted by on Jul 19, 2019 in A LASTING FAITH, Blog, Prayers and Promises | 0 comments

I fought tears and held back a scream the moment my hammer struck my finger instead of a nail. For days, touching a computer keyboard was excruciating but every time my finger throbbed it provided inspiration for prayer, prayer for those who are in physical or emotional pain all over the world. Let’s explore other ideas that follow this concept. When our youngest daughter lost the tip of her finger in an accident, the doctors discussed the need to amputate. We prayed that God would save the finger next to the one that would display her wedding ring when she met her prince. He did. The needles to numb her finger were far more painful than the injury. We chose to worship and pray for men, women, and children suffering illness, injury, or trauma in the hospital with us....

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What is the Purpose of Your Face?

Posted by on Jul 17, 2019 in A HAPPY HOME, Blog, From the Heart | 1 comment

Friday nights are a favorite around our house. After running full speed all week, each family member looks forward to an evening of doing nothing. Well, not really nothing. We do have plans, but they’re fun plans, plans to stop everything and enjoy just being together. Most of the time, this means gathering in the living room for a family movie night (because anything else requires too much energy for this worn-out mom.) One of our favorite movies is the DreamWorks film Home, about an unlikely friendship between a loveable alien and a scared little girl. At one point in the movie, as they’re looking for the girl’s mom, she becomes furious with her new friend. Confused by her angry expression, he asks in his awkward alien verbiage, “What is the purpose of your face?” He knows her look...

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Without Apology

Posted by on Jul 8, 2019 in A CHERISHED FAMILY, Blog, Inspiration for the Journey | 0 comments

I stood before my mini-version. Blonde hair curled at the shoulders, bright blue eyes sparkled, and a pleased smile lighted her face. Behind her on the wall splashed brilliant colors in what undoubtedly could hang as a Picasso in an art gallery, but instead it splashed all over my living room wall. She was that daughter, the one who could make me tear my hair out one minute and laugh until tears ran the next. She brought out in me a lot of emotions I’d never encountered before, some shameful and ridiculous. Her “Who? Me?” innocence radiated from wide eyes and poured into the silence like audible questions. While I stared at my wall, a battle raged Inside. One side desired a mommy temper tantrum to dwarf all others, and another told me to calmly sit her down in...

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