Category: Being
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Those Who Lose Their Lives…
Very truly, I tell you, unless a grain of wheat falls into the earth and dies, it remains just a single grain; but if it dies, it bears much fruit. Those who love their life lose it, and those who hate their life in this world will keep it for eternal life. Whoever serves me…
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America in Denial – Perils of a Strength Overdone
Sometimes it seems as if America is bent on surviving itself to death. Like an ostrich with a lion on its tail, who can’t see a way out other than to close its eyes and hope the threat goes away, our country is living its collective life with its head in the sand fearful that…
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Don’t Let Death Get In the Way
How Would You Live if You Knew You Couldn’t Die? Death is so annoying. That’s how I feel about it right now. It is annoying, because for so many of us, the fear of it is a distorting filter that obscures our ability to live a true life or to relate to others who are…
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Tears of Transformation
I was in a conversation recently where we were discussing the difference between surrender and submission. The essence of what we came up with was this: When one surrenders, it is not because they see the wisdom in doing so outside of trying to ensure their own survival. The person who surrenders does so because…
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Transforming Emotional Trauma
Below is a broadcast of an episode of Life, Love, Wellness that I participated in with Rev. Sandy Rogers out of Atlanta. Sandy has been a great spiritual influence in my life for her ability to fully integrate all of her experiences into her spiritual walk. My hope with this conversation is that people will…
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Who Is Qualified for True Love?
When I first decided that I was going to be a Christian, I knew that the endgame for me was being able to live the love of Christ expressed in the Bible. How I knew that I would have arrived was if I could–with a genuine heart–say the words, “Forgive them for they know not…
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The Lie That Started It All
Will humans ever live into our highest potential? Why do we fight over scraps on a planet ripe with plenty? Why do we choose to accept the smallest of identities prescribed for us by those who have no idea who they are? Deceived by the idea that some outside authority can qualify our worthiness, we…
