Three Little Shoes
Mar22

Three Little Shoes

This past Monday night, I cleaned up the kitchen after we’d all enjoyed Stephanie’s giant, belated St. Patrick’s Day feast. As I finished scrubbing the last pan, I noticed there was a stillness in the air. The rush and banter and ornery, bed-time laughter of our three kidlets had disappeared. Our home was quiet. Not a peep was heard. Not even (thankfully) a mouse.  . . .

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We Need Each Other!
Mar16

We Need Each Other!

Two events occurred this week that overwhelmed my heart with joy. I’m not just talking about a fleeting moment of happiness. No, I’m speaking of an inexpressible gladness in God’s work here at Mayfair.

What happened that was so fantastic? . . .

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As Good As Dead?
Mar02

As Good As Dead?

Sometimes the Bible makes me laugh. I don’t just mean a light chuckle either. I’m talking about a full-throated laugh out-loud. . . .

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Don’t Just Sing in the Shower
Feb15

Don’t Just Sing in the Shower

I enjoy singing in my truck and in the shower probably more than the average Joe. Yet while personal moments of praise are important, it’s vital to notice that nearly all the biblical  commands to praise the Lord are plural collective (except for Psalm 146:1; 147:2). Say what?

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A Truth to Hold Close
Feb15

A Truth to Hold Close

This past week, my sweet six-year-old daughter exercised her reading skills with a Dr. Seuss book as I tucked her into bed. Every few moments she would look up at me with her dancing, vivacious eyes. She read with excitement and happiness as her Mama rejoiced over her. My heart overflowed with gladness in God for the gift he has given me in my bright, beautiful girl.
If I naturally overflow with joy over my daughter, how much more does our perfect Creator delight over everything He has made?

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Pawns on the Chessboard?
Feb02

Pawns on the Chessboard?

Temperatures may wildly rise and fall. Economic concerns may skyrocket across the globe. Political crises will see-saw from sea to shining sea. But meanwhile, we stand on the sidelines like pawns on the chessboard of the powerful. Or do we? . . . .

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