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I was addicted

For many years I suffered from an addiction. It wasn’t even a secret …everyone knew about it. I was addicted to myself. I did everything I could to satisfy whatever drove me. Baseball. Basketball. Hunting. Coaching. Alcohol. Tobacco. Drugs.... read more

what are they saying about us ?

What a challenge it is for American Christians to live in such a way that the people around us would see GOD through what we say and do. And then reflect God’s goodness with genuine heartfelt gratitude and joy. There could be no greater compliment... read more

the perfect painter

This week I spoke with a man whose life is gripped with addictions. His past and present are both so full of sin that he walked into my office with head down and back bent with guilt. Not a pleasant picture. In addition the problem worsens because …... read more

remember 11

I remember the first time I realized the value of someone making a sacrifice for me to live in this country. I was around 11 years old in 1960 when I went fishing with my dad’s Uncle … I think his name was Uncle Jim. I sat in his boat in... read more

surrounded by police

I was invited to speak at the Fellowship of Christian Peace Officers Annual Breakfast last Saturday at Judson College. Sitting in my truck in the parking lot before the breakfast … I was praying for GOD to give me the right words … HIS words. Knowing... read more

Come on God, I’m 2 for 3

2 for 3 ain’t bad … especially if you’re a major league baseball player. Since most players have a batting avererage of much less than .300 … to be a .666 hitter would make you the highest paid baseball player EVER . But, if you... read more

our lips

I stood outside a beautiful church on State Street in downtown Chicago listening to two police officers carrying on a conversation that was packed full of foul language and pathetic sexual references. Then they both walked into the church at the same... read more

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