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This week I received a group text saying that church is closed for the next two weeks. I don’t remember the last time church was closed, but if it helps prevent the spread of the coronavirus, then so be it. While I am in awe about what things are coming down to, I’m striving not…
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I’m proud to be part of a multicultural church. My church is a melting pot swirling with different skin tones; accents; dialects and languages; and endless knowledge of different cultures, all being stirred by Christ. For as long as I can remember I have been exposed to different cultures in God’s house. Don’t get me…
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Hello everyone. What I say to you right now is not to glorify myself(trust me this man speaking to you ain’t perfect), but as encouragement. I would like to thank my pastor who gave me this awesome idea because people like me need a nice reminder to spend some time with Christ. Each day we…
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This past Tuesday I went into my elementary school after work with two thoughts. My first thought was: this place seems a lot bigger from when I was walking these halls as a child, who’s only trouble was staying awake and understanding math. My second thought : I’m ready to vote. I went up to…
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I like my silver Mercury Milan. Bathsheba is her name. I’ve been rolling with her for almost 11 years, and she’s had my name for five. Being instructed by a father who believes in maintaining all your stuff so it lasts a little longer, best believe I try to maintain Bathsheba as best as I…
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No views nor followers to gain, just me talking. It occurs to me that there are those who are broken hearted or broken in spirit during this time of year. Those grieving the loss of family members. Families split apart for whatever reason. Those who had high hopes but were disappointed. Those experiencing one unpleasant…
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Recently I started keeping a dry erase board on my refrigerator to leave motivational words and wisdom for myself throughout the week. At first I was not sure what to put until my girlfriend suggested a poem that she says her her mother enjoys. The poem is entitled Our Greatest Fear, written by Marianne Williamson.…
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