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Accused

by Christine Prueher April 1, 2010
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Apparently no one had taught them table manners. They had gone way past the “no elbows on the table” rule to obnoxious laughter while sucking up Jell-O between clenched teeth. With their faces in their trays and slurping as hard as they could they tried to make the jiggling mass disappear. In the midst of [...]

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Solid Rock

by Mary C. Catterton April 1, 2010
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My eyes snapped open. “What a dream!” I thought, as it was immediately obvious that this was not my imagination. Everything was quivering, increasing in intensity until all began to shake violently. Sally, my brother’s Golden Retriever, jumped on top of the bed and then on top of me. “Don’t look at me, gal—I’m as [...]

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Oh, Rats!!

by Christine Prueher November 14, 2009
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Recently my sister Mary and her husband Joe traveled to Florida. While leaving a grocery store one evening, Joe noticed a group of teens gathered around some bushes by the outside of the store. One member of the group had a large stick that he would poke into the bushes. It became apparent to Joe [...]

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Steep Your Life in God

by Stephanie Gulland November 11, 2009

If God gives such attention to the appearance of wildflowers—most of which are never even seen—don’t you think he’ll attend to you, take pride in you, do his best for you? What I’m trying to do here is to get you to relax, to not be so preoccupied with getting, so you can respond to [...]

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No Matter How I Feel

by Constance Gilbert April 10, 2009

My last column was about our fears, which result in the inability to trust others, including God. I don’t believe it is a coincidence that I have been struggling with trust since I wrote it. The devil delights in taking advantage of my emotions to distract me … to keep me from praying, praising, and [...]

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Remove the Fears

by Constance Gilbert March 2, 2009

I was filled with dread as I slowly climbed the high school stairs. By the time I reached the third floor, my fears had mushroomed to Hiroshima-size. My legs could barely hold me upright. My heart rate had at least doubled and was pounding loud enough to hear. Entering my college English classroom, I stood [...]

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