When Pigs Fly (Because, They Do)

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BY KIRK WALDEN–When we consider talking about our faith, we can be intimidated. I am, that’s for sure. We–and I’m talking about “me” here–come up with hundreds of reasons why we can’t effectively share what we believe.  Here are a few: “I don’t know enough yet.” “I might get something wrong.” “There might be some difficult questions I can’t answer.” …

Crazy Faith? We Need More

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Without doubt, plenty of people see Christians–and Christianity–as crazy. Other descriptions might include “naive,” “foolish,” “nonsensical,” or “ludicrous” (not the rapper, either). After all, we believe in an all-powerful being. We believe God sent a man (Jesus) to save our entire human race from our sins . . . by dying. We believe God raised Jesus from the dead. Then, …

I Am the Bearded Lady

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The Greatest Showman My daughters could not stop talking about the hit movie, The Greatest Showman, so because they kept insisting, I bought my online ticket, some popcorn and a soda, then snuggled into my reclining seat in the theater. After spending that much money, I was hoping their enthusiasm was worth my investment. It was.  The film doesn’t disappoint. …

A Time to Fly–by Jenn Walden

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A Question Sometimes, a question turns into a life-changing moment. For me, it took place when I sensed the Lord asking simply, “Do you want to learn more? Or would you rather soar?” Because I didn’t have an immediate response, I asked my daughter and husband how they would answer. Without hesitation they both responded, “I would rather soar.” I …

Too Tired to Pray

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It’s been a week of “First World Tired” for me. Not true tired, but the easier kind. A good week, but a busy one. Saturday was a trip to Oregon from here in Nashville, and cross-country travel is always a battle for me. Saturday night, a dinner with new friends in Oregon, then “hotel sleep” which is never “real sleep.” …