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Lori Stanley Roeleveld
Disturber of Hobbits - Making comfortable Christians continually late for dinner!
Disturber of Hobbits - Making comfortable Christians continually late for dinner!
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We look forward to vacations, because they give us a chance to exhale and breathe. But, sometimes, in an attempt to escape life as we know it for a week, we leave God at home. We don’t do it on purpose. We even pack our suitcases with good intentions:…

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You consider yourself a fairly positive person. You don’t load every text with smiley faces or wish everyone a nice day, but you’ve made it a habit to live by faith, to open your eyes to the good that God may be working through trials, to praise God in…

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Things just aren’t coming together the way you’d planned. This was the road you felt sure God led you to take. You’re no day-tripper with God. You’ve signed on for life. The eternal kind. And you’re not one to go off-roading. No. You take the directions…

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Sometimes staying home from weekly worship is a necessity. Children need tending, bodies need resting, illness strikes, weariness sets in. There are occasions to pull back, to regroup, to lay low. Sometimes, though, staying home from weekly worship is an…

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My college professor used to repeat this line, “The facts are our friends.” Out of the dozens of notebooks I filled during those four years, that phrase remains embedded in the fabric of my thinking. Especially valuable in a world rampant with lies. The…

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I speak less now than I ever have. This isn’t a bad thing. We live in risky times. Sides are being drawn from the White House to the watercooler. Deception is rampant, as are tempers and indignations. Rumors fly, half-truths circulate, and fingers click…

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There was a great sadness in the woman before me as we discussed the dysfunction of her marriage. “Does he ever bring you gifts?” I asked. She nodded, staring out the window. “He brings me gifts all the time, but nothing I desire. He brings what he wants…

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The fashionable flavor changes with the times. There was a time when vanilla was exotic. Originally cultivated by pre-Columbian Mesoamerican people (think Aztecs), vanilla is derived from orchids. That’s right. Orchids. Cortes introduced it to the…

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It was my first times being “called into the pastor’s office.” I didn’t like it. I’d spent the night before wondering what type of complaint about my Bible study had instigated my requested appearance. The ensuing conversation didn’t exactly clear things…

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For fishers of men, the American church is at great risk of missing the boat. We know our calling is to make disciples. We’re bursting with the truth of Christ. It’s too good, too powerful, too transformative to keep locked inside. We’re as compelled from…
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