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Family Secrets

Family Secrets

Sometime during the evening of Thursday, January 20, after the last program of a busy church had ended and the last member of that busy church had left, the church’s pastor….the only pastor the church had ever known….the pastor who had started it from scratch and nurtured it from a handful of visitors to over 800 members….the pastor who, in ten crazy, wonderful and relentlessly-forward-surging years, had led those members from the auditorium of an elementary school to a beautiful facility known as Christ United Methodist Church, Chapel Hill, North Carolina….

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So Where Is the Grass Greener?

So Where Is the Grass Greener?

I never knew Leo Sullivan but, according to the Detroit Free Press, he died the other day….right between Wilma Sugar and Lester Utterback. Or, as a semi-regular scanner of the death notices once said to me: “Isn’t it amazing how, day after day, all those people die in alphabetical order?” Whatever! Leo was 80 when he succumbed, one suspects to heart disease, given that memorials (in lieu of flowers) were directed to his best friend and cardiologist, Dr. Kim Eagle of the University of Michigan Cardiovascular Center.

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Why Don’t Things Like That Ever Happen to Anybody We Know?

Why Don’t Things Like That Ever Happen to Anybody We Know?

Thomas Long is a most interesting fellow who presently does full-time what I am soon to do part-time….namely, teach divinity students a little bit about preaching. In his most recent book, Testimony: Talking Ourselves Into Being Christian, he reports the following:

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When My Life Becomes a Burden: Updated Notes on a Living Will to be Shared With My Daughter

When My Life Becomes a Burden:  Updated Notes on a Living Will to be Shared With My Daughter

There are some days when I survey the landscape of opinion and wonder if I believe anybody. And there are other days when I survey the landscape of opinion and find myself believing everybody. In part because, on some days, concerning some issues, it would seem as if everybody has a piece of the truth, but nobody has the entire truth. So I find myself swayed by the voice of the one who speaks loudest….or last.

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