We have a little Easter tradition around here that I absolutely love. We do the Resurrection Eggs and go to church and think about the empty tomb, which of course is what this most special of Days is all about.
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What does it mean to die to self? The question—posed several years ago during a small-group discussion—was one I had never seriously considered. The image of someone jumping in front of a bus to save another person immediately sprang to mind, but I suspected the meaning was more figurative than …
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When your 22nd wedding anniversary falls on the day before Easter, at the end of yet another week of scary news headlines, it’s hard to know how to commemorate the occasion on your blog (especially if you don’t normally post on Saturdays or spend a lot of time writing about marriage). Sometimes, though, it’s …
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My love of gardening began germinating a couple of decades ago. We had moved into a new house with a great space for a flowerbed by the front door, so I ordered a bunch of perennials from a mail-order catalog to help fill it up. Plants were much cheaper back …
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A year or two ago, I heard a song on the radio a lot—a prayer for God to “make me broken.” I understand why such a plea is important, and I appreciate the sincerity with which it is offered. But while many people may find those words just right for them, …
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There’s an azalea bush on the side of my house, nestled under the canopy of a large Colorado blue spruce. I don’t know the history of this particular shrub, but I do know a thing or two about the landscape that surrounds it. Long-time neighbors say it used to be …