“December 7, 1941 — a date which will live in infamy…”
There are so many ways people have remembered today the surprise Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor of 74 years ago. I’ve thought of it repeatedly, wondering how best to participate in honoring that memory.
Pray.
How else can we begin? What else can be said, especially after so many things already have been? So many words, some beautiful, some ugly.
In a town near us but not our own, our pastor gathered with others from around the area yesterday to lead an interdenominational service for the 64th annual National Day of Prayer.
Kids played on the hill behind the gazebo. Musicians led us in praise. Pastors, civic leaders, a businessman, and a student led us in focused prayers. Attendees gathered in groups to pray together. Continue reading →
I keep avoiding writing this. It’s been sitting on my computer screen for days, fittingly unwelcome but reminding me of its unpleasant existence.
I have to pray for Boko Haram.
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I try to grow in my faith and understanding, to follow Jesus ever more closely, and to speak only things that uplift, inspire, inform, or amuse.
Like most people I know, though, I am human, and I sometimes say the wrong thing clearly or the right thing imperfectly.
Anything I say poorly is my own fault and should not be taken to reflect the views of my God, my church, my brethren, or my missionary organization.
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