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My Armor

For the past five years or so God has been leading me to make a move across country, from my home for the past 40 years in Southern California to the Catskill Mountains of New York.  I had always loved New York, from the first moment I stepped foot in the City, but I never dreamed of living there.  Little by little His plan for me became clear and each step He wanted me to

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What is Truth?

In the late 1990’s the police agency I worked for, like many other agencies, adopted a new philosophy called Community Oriented Policing.  It was based on the principles established in the early 1800’s by the father of modern policing, Sir Robert Peel.  The nine Peelian Priniciples focus on the necessity of cooperation, trust, and respect between those who are charged with enforcing the law and the people they serve.  The Community Oriented Policing Philosophy meant

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Working the Night Shift

For the majority of the six years that I was a police dispatcher I worked the graveyard shift.  This meant that I came in to work during the evening hours, worked throughout the night and then went home early the next morning.  I chose to work that shift not only because I’m a night owl and tend to have more energy at night, but also because it afforded me the opportunity to do other things

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Waiting Till the Until

God had brought the three of us together, Grace, Kim and I, for the summer quarter of our second year of seminary.  I don’t recall exactly how we met, I think it was a Spiritual Formation and Discipleship class.  Wherever it was, the three of us just clicked.  Kim was married, working in ministry and visiting from Arizona.  She was just on the main Southern California campus of our seminary for the summer.  Grace was

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Breaking Our Alabaster Jars

There are hardly words to describe it.  It comes in a sound, in a wave of emotion.  It carries the sensation of deep, instantaneous connection between strangers.  It travels at the speed of light from the lonesome seat in the back of an auditorium to center stage and back again.  It’s visceral both in its originator and in its receiver.  It’s that moment when one’s most precious possession is spilled out, completely exposed, vulnerable.  And

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Deflated or Still Standing

Every morning over the past month as I would pull out of my driveway I’d see Him – little baby Jesus standing on my front lawn.  No, it wasn’t a vision and no, I wasn’t sipping too much spiked eggnog.  It was my inflatable Christmas decoration.  Although I have put this decoration out every year for the past 5 years, I noticed something different about it this year.  During the daylight hours, when the multicolored

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