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Thursday, April 4, 2013 • Randy Kilgore • Salvation
When Jesus went to the Cross, your name was written on His heart.
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Thursday, October 20, 2011 • Randy Kilgore • Knowing God
Let this sink in for a minute: If you were the only person in the world to accept Jesus Christ as Savior-the only one out of the billions who have lived-Jesus would still have submitted Himself to the humiliation of the Cross. Why? And why, when God created humans, did He give them-us-free will? Adam and Eve could choose complete obedience with its' obvious rewards in the Garden, or they could choose disobedience, and with it rebellion and destruction. Why give them-us-that choice?
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Wednesday, February 24, 2010 • Marcia Swearingen • Work as service to God
A young Christian chemist struggles to neutralize a caustic blend of workplace personalities. Sometimes she wonders: Should I stay or should I go? Across town, a reporter pursues truth against a growing tide of political correctness and cynicism. Sometimes he questions: Is my career worth all this grief? Even in the church down the street, tension is no stranger. Staff members ask these same questions, and their answers are frightening. Since the Fall, friction has been the by-product of human interaction, and these days it's kindled white hot.
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Friday, July 17, 2009 • Mike Polo • Guidance
One summer my oldest son landed the job of mowing the lawn for the church of which I was pastor. The church building was located on a well-traveled county highway and we lived directly across from it on the other side of the road.
Both church and residence were at the intersection of the highway and a gravel crossroad. The intersection was notorious as the worst in the county, the site of a number of accidents over the years. The crossroad was on the east side of a significant rise which blocked the view of traffic to the west. Vehicles pulling out onto the highway did so based on blind faith. Traffic eastbound at highway speed had no warning of those cars entering the highway until they popped over the rise and there they were. It was a certain prescription for trouble.
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Wednesday, June 24, 2009 • • Patience
I stepped from the sidewalk to the crosswalk before I heard the roar of the van approaching the intersection. The driver had a stop sign, but it was clear he wasn't going to be able to stop before he hit me.
Unless, of course, I jumped back out of the way, which, of course I did. I gave the driver my best glare.
The van driver did slow down enough to make it look like he thought about a "rolling stop", but then he quickly wheeled a right turn and sped away. Muttering to myself, I watched with some satisfaction as the van pulled up to the sidewalk about a block and a half ahead.
Like a Wild West gunslinger headed for a high-noon shootout, I picked up my pace to arrive at the same time he'd be getting out of his van. Alas, his driving wasn't the only near-miss in this encounter.
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Friday, December 5, 2008 • Randy Kilgore • Salvation
Moonlight ricocheted across the valley. Every sound echoed through the canyons of white. Frigid air crusted the top layer of snow, making each new step crackle and pop as the white fluff gave way to human feet.
It was late December in Vermont, and I was trudging up a hill from the road, headed to a construction site deep in the rural countryside for a late-night safety inspection. Our workers were pushing to get this project done before Christmas...
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Tuesday, May 30, 2006 • • General
On September 4th, 1967, a Marine platoon stationed in Quang Tin province was in danger of being overrun by a force five times greater than itself. Hearing this, Navy chaplain Father Vincent Capodanno raced from headquarters to the site of the battle to be with his men. As the battle raged, the Marines would give ground, re-take it, give ground, and then re-take it. This meant the dead and wounded were often located in the deadly crossfire of no-man's land between the two armies. This was Father C's parish that day. Racing from soldier to soldier, he offered last rites to the dead and dying, and medical care to the wounded. Early in the battle, he suffered a bullet wound to his right hand. Still he moved from soldier to soldier, caring and comforting as best he could...
