Forty-Five, and What Remains

So, I turn forty-five on the fifth of next month. FORTY-FIVE! How the heck did that happen?!? I very clearly remember being in my twenties. Wasn’t that just last week? I remember thinking, erroneously apparently, that people in their mid-forties must actually know what they are doing. They are grown-ups, after all.

Turns out, I was wrong. Or maybe all the other forty-five-year-olds do know what they’re doing and I’m the anomaly. That would be about right...

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What Faith Is Not

Faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen. Hebrews 11:11.

I memorized it in the second grade at the little Baptist school I attended, but I’ve pondered its meaning countless times in the years since. What is faith? Sometimes, as I listen to my fellow Christians bandy the word about, I want to declare, like Inigo Montoya, “You use that word a lot. I do not think it means what you think it means.”.....

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