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- Obedience Is Not a Virtue
- We Learn More from a Dead Leaf Than from Our Smart Phone
- How Do We Know What’s True?
- Wearing Masks — What Happens When We Do This?
- Trendy Phrases Lead to Shallow Talk
- Manipulating Numbers — It’s Really Easy
- We’re Not Turning into Zombies, Are We?
- What Is Freedom? And Are We Free?
- Whom Do We Trust?
- We Need Time to Think
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Truth is not something we are told; it is something we seek. And in seeking it, we ask questions, express doubts, ask for proof. When we are discouraged from doing that, we need to ask why. Continue reading →
In a world of mass media, we feel like we “know” a lot of people, many of them famous faces. But just recognizing a face doesn’t mean it’s worth giving our complete and total trust to it. Continue reading →
We waste a lot of our lives worrying about what others think of us. It’s not just a social media thing. Long before we courted “Likes” and hearts and smiling emojis, we looked around after we said something, did something, … Continue reading →
Mother’s Day was brutal. Not because it was a bad one at our house — it was wonderful, filled with warmth and family and love, elements that make every day, and every holiday, special. No, it was the posts streaming … Continue reading →
“Cast all your anxiety on him, because he cares for you.” 1 Peter 5:7 Some of the most insensitive sayings, passed on via social media memes, are posted by people who call themselves Christians. There is a lamentable desire to encapsulate … Continue reading →
By contemporary standards, I am inept, because it takes me eight minutes to tap out a simple text on my ancient (two years?) Star Trek communicator fliptop phone. My daughters laugh and laugh. However, I do have a skill that … Continue reading →
So many people want me to like them, I feel as if I were back in high school or junior high. Thank God I’m not; once was enough. This time around’s a little different though. Instead of being accosted in … Continue reading →