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In this day and age of internet transactions we have become acutely aware of the dangers of identity theft. Sadly, as we have become more tech savvy, able to more effectively protect our digital data we have become oblivious to the grand theft larceny taking place in our souls. We are told to fear the dark web only to have…..
I find it interesting that while our postmodern culture encourages us to create our own purpose, we continue to be obsessed with what others think about it. We are intrigued by television shows that judge the talents of those who believe they were born to be the next American Idol but then cringe as their dreams are aborted by judges who consider them defective. We encourage others to create their own meaning…..
While we all receive earthly names from our parents, we need to remember that we will also receive a name from God. The name He has chosen for us is special because it will be a simple distillation of who He created us to be. Abraham and Jacob had their earthly names changed when God’s purpose for their lives was…..
YouTube has assisted us in our search for significance by giving us the opportunity to take a sip of fame, but has also made us aware that this thirst is digitally unquenchable. We make infectious home videos in the hope that they will go viral. We become so obsessed with our digital dear diary that we measure success…..
Our presence in this massive universe is quite stunning. We live on a planet populated by plants, animals, and humans, while the rest of the universe is just orbiting rocks; we are an oasis of life in a massive desert of galactic death. Life appears to be an unwanted intruder in a universe that…..
My mental sky is gray, seemingly apathetic to its ordained task of separating the dark from the light. Despondent, the clouds burst open and a tsunami of tears drenches my soul with sadness. Questions of significance, meaning, and purpose, like torrential rain breech the levies of my inadequate emotional aqueduct, and the usually peaceful valleys of my existence become flooded with despair. I find myself mystically transported to a graveyard where I sit cross-legged staring at my own tombstone. I…..
Quietly we float in the darkness of the womb, the hands of the Author carefully fashioning us into unforgettable human characters for His literary masterpiece. Every limb woven together, each hair individually counted. He knits His narrative thought into a unique character tapestry. We hear the metronomic beat of our mother’s heart meticulously counting down the days until our dramatic film debut. We open our eyes but see only darkness. We intermittently kick our cocoon to see if someone is really out…..
