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Chosen

Many are called, but few are chosen. ~ Matthew 22:14 Few kids were smaller than me in middle school. I was short, scrawny and weak. Gym class was humiliating. I was painfully aware, especially in the showers, that I was a boy among men. And when it came time to pick teams, I was the kid no one wanted. Even the gym teacher smirked and shook his head because he knew I couldn’t help anyone win. But that was then. Did you know God chooses people? The ultimate team captain is assembling His team. You have to decide. I can tell you that it’s good to be chosen. It’s even better to accept the invitation. Years after middle school, on …

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The Unwanted Guest

Life is staggering and we’re just used to it. ~ Donald Miller For the first time in my life, I sat down with pen and paper and I wrote out six goals for the new year. Not resolutions; goals. Among them, to worry less and pray more. As long as I can remember, worry has been the unwanted house guest — the out-of-work brother-in-law who shows up at the front door with far too many suit cases for a short stay. Worry moved in without my permission and it just…stays. I made progress on this last year. I’m finding that as my faith grows in strength, worry weakens. When I feel myself worrying about something, I remind myself I’m making …

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Your Last Post

“Be silent or let thy words be worth more than silence.” ~ Pythagoras What was your last post? Your last Tweet? Your last picture on Instagram or your last story on snapchat? What were your last words? My friend Sam didn’t do much on social media. It just wasn’t his thing. But a year ago this week, he posted a family selfie from Ford Field in Detroit, Michigan where the Lions were playing in their annual Thanksgiving Day contest. His caption: “Thanksgiving in the D with the two people I’m most thankful for.” Three months later, Sam was gone. I have an unusual New Year’s resolution. I have decided that 2017 is the year of lifting people up. I’m saddened …

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Eternally Grateful

I know they say you can’t come home again. I just had to come back one last time. ~ Miranda Lambert Growing up Catholic was confusing for me. I attended St. Helen Elementary School, a parochial school in my hometown of Saginaw, Michigan. It’s a traditional brick school house built in 1951. The school was already twenty-five years old when I went there, but it seemed more ancient than that. I thought Jesus himself was once a student and we probably shared some of the same teachers. Some might call this a simpler time, but I spent much of my days in fear, baffled by everything around me. Nothing made sense; not the nuns, not the priests, and certainly not …

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THIS

If only there was a way to bottle it and take it home. If only the simple things that make life beautiful could somehow be captured and kept. What a powerful anecdote it could be. If only… Today, I am in Northern Michigan visiting my ninety-four year old Father-in-law, and celebrating three birthdays: my Mother-in-law’s, my wife’s and my own. I spent the entire day with my sixteen-year-old daughters. No plan. No agenda. We just walked around the beach town streets of Charlevoix, Michigan on a warm, breezy fall day. We ate lunch. We had ice cream. We fed fish in a pond. We looked for treasures along the shore and took selfies on the pier. This is life. This …