Many people struggle with prayer. Some have trouble in finding the time or energy or quiet, others in finding the words or even knowing what to talk about at all.
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About Brian
I am a follower of Jesus, blessed with a wife, two children, and a call to serve God wherever He leads. For 12 years, we were missionaries, with me serving as a missionary journalist sharing stories of His work in South Africa and around the world. When we moved back to the USA, Tracy and the kids returned to normal work, and I continued serving remotely in missions. I am now returning to working outside missions, but ministry will always be part of our family's lives in Christ.ACTS of prayer
Seeing red wrongly
A lot of ink has been spilled lately over the color of some coffee cups.
Starbucks’ seasonal red cups have been decried (ridiculously) by some Christians as an attack on Christmas. Apparently, the snowflakes and ornaments and snowmen on previous years’ cups are sufficiently religious symbols, but the color red is not. Never mind the convention of printing Christ’s words in red or the tradition of using red and green as Christmas colors
The thing just won’t get off my Facebook feed, and that prompted me to think again about something that bothers me often, something that came up a few times at cross-cultural missionary training last month.
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Starting the day well with coffee
My Dad LOVES coffee.
Growing up, I always saw him having a cup with his brothers or other guests. Just enough sugar, just enough milk, and just enough space left by the coffee for it to spill out of the mug when he stirred it. Coffee with breakfast, coffee with lunch, and coffee with supper. Even coffee at night when he couldn’t sleep. Hmm… I woke up again… better have some more coffee.
For Dad, coffee was a source of energy, a joyful treat, and a ceremony of friendship and affection.
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We get by with a little help from our friends…
I’m not a huge fan of the Beatles, but that one’s on my mind tonight. Thanks to some dear friends, our next prayer letter’ll be going out in tomorrow’s mail.
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