On Saturday afternoon I found the boy scouts were using our parking lot for ice hockey, and church on Sunday was going to be difficult. What is good for hockey is bad for hips. So here is a quick thought from today’s message, I hope it helps spur your worship from home. Occasionally my aunt, […]

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Phoebe Land

“I want to be like Aunt Audrey when I grow up, only taller.” — Phoebe Over the weekend we entered into an intense Uno game. Darcy loves to win, so when I was first empty my hand she broke into shouts and tears (third game and she had no wins). She threw her cards into […]

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Kearney’s Spring Clean-up allows us to set big items (tvs to furniture) by the curb and the trash service will take them away. Items are set out the evening before and this attracts junkers. Guys in trucks pulling trailers grab anything that might be of value. This year we set out our couch and loveseat, which […]

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Cancelling Service

I like to imagine church is the most serious thing happening on Sunday. But when the NFL moved the Chief’s playoff game from noon till seven due to weather, I realized we were probably not having church. But really the warning bells sounds a few weeks earlier when Evan Marr scheduled his baptism. This was his second […]

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Haiti 2016 — After a week of work, Sunday was a literal day of rest. We went to church, ate lunch, and then drove to the beach. Since Hurricane Matthew, it has continued to rain so the dirt roads were now mud puddles. It was so sloppy that our truck was sliding and fishtailing, which forced us to pull over and walk the last […]

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Initial and Sign Here

“Hostilities may result in my being held hostage, or being stranded and not being able to return home.” – Mission Trip Waiver and my initials… In typical Telephone game fashion  – where a group of kids whisper the phrase down the line – the nurse’s advice became “do not shower.” I had signed off on a […]

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Bane of Buttons

The trouble is the early morning or late night feedings. I am stumbling, bumbling and for the life of me I can not button little dude’s pants. I’ve skipped a button or snapped a button to the other pant leg. He is fussy, crying words I know mean food. I am fussy too, crying words I […]

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