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Joy in Serving the King

Joy, joy in serving the King, God, spiritual growth, faith, Bible, Bible study, Jesus, forgiveness, missionary work, missions, self-sacrifice

“There’s joy in serving the King. Haven’t you heard that?” Kristin’s eyes met mine in the high school bathroom mirror. I was a new believer. I hadn’t heard that before. Her mother, however, taught my high school girl’s Bible study. Kristin would know. She spoke those words 44 years ago, and they have stayed with me […]

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Missionaries in Nicaragua–Providing Sight!

Missionaries Nicaragua, church, eyeglass mission, Sabalos, Rio San Juan, Rotary, ptergiums, cataracts, St. Mark Lutheran Church, Santa Rosa

A group of missionaries from our church recently visited Nicaragua. My husband and I participated in the same eyeglass ministry in the Rio San Juan region six years ago. (You can read the seventeen posts I wrote about the 2011 experience starting here). The latest mission marked the eleventh year of providing a rudimentary eye […]

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Kali, the Feisty Cat: an Elegy

We had to put down our feisty cat recently. Kali was 21.5 years old, a feral native of O’ahu. She and I had a love-hate relationship. Everyone else in the family loved her. The only cat our daughter every knew, the whip-thin, yowling tortoiseshell Kali survived and reinvented herself at least four times. Hawai’i I […]

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Oswald Chambers, Job and Baffled to Fight Better

Baffled to Fight

Baffled to Fight Better, comments on the Book of Job, is one of the few books Oswald Chambers worked on in his lifetime. Even at that, Baffled to Fight Better did not appear in book form until after his death. The book was based on talks Oswald gave at Zeitoun YMCA camp in Egypt during the early […]

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What Motivated Job’s Friends?

Job’s friends is often a derogatory term for people whose attempts to console make a sufferer feel worse. I’ve been one, I’ve had Job’s friends in my life and I’ve observed them frequently in the wild. They mean well but, like so many in our American generation, they don’t really know how to comfort well. […]

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