My Shadow

The Night Shift

Graveyard shift, night shift, third shift -- they all meant the same thing to me--eight hours of no sleep. I walked up the hill to the hospital entrance, each leg feeling as if it was cast in concrete. Mulling over what a nursing instructor had told me at graduation,...

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Our church was saddened to learn this week of the death of one of our most valued members, Someone Else. Someone's passing creates a vacancy that will be difficult to fill. Else has been with us for many years and for every one of those years, Someone did far more...

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In the very early 1800's, a young boy about 14 years old named John lived in an orphanage in Old England along with several other children.Orphanages were dreaded. Orphan meant unwanted and unloved. The orphanage was administered by a master and his wife who were...

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Plows for Jesus

Back in Galilee in the second century, the Christian apologist Justin Martyr said that during his lifetime it was still common to see farmers using plows made by the carpenter Jesus of Nazareth.Think about it: the second Person of the triune Godhead spent much of His...

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A Perfect Mistake

Mother's father worked as a carpenter. On this particular day, he was building some crates for the clothes his church was sending to some orphanage in China. On his way home, he reached into his shirt pocket to find his glasses, but they were gone. When he mentally...

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Pecan Trees

When I was a little boy, just about 10 or 11, we visited my great-aunt and great-uncle. In the yard beside their home stood a towering pecan tree. Every summer pecans would fall off the tree and sprout, producing a mini-forest of several dozen small saplings. On the...

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God’s Hands