Posted in September 23, 2009 ¬ 10:55 amh.
Worship is a way of life. We are constantly worshipping something—Everyone worships! Religion is that which binds a man. Every man is bound somewhere, somehow, to a throne, to a government, to an authority, to something that is supreme, to something to which he offers sacrifice, and burns incense, and bends the knee.—G. Campbell Morgan
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Posted in September 22, 2009 ¬ 12:31 pmh.
Worship is a funny thing, it seems very difficult, if not impossible to get started. Some people passionately follow Christ, while many seem to just attend church, and still others say they believe but their activity has nothing to do with Christ at all.
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Posted in September 21, 2009 ¬ 11:09 amh.
Regardless of what I think I am a worshiper. What is worship? I like what Louie Giglio says, “It’s that thing we do.” Everyone is a worshiper—worship is simply about value.
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Posted in September 17, 2009 ¬ 10:09 pmh.
Have you been wondering who is posting all this new information on Face Book about Harrah Church? Well may I digitally introduce you to Harrah Church’s newest staff member Jeremy Davidson.
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Posted in September 8, 2009 ¬ 5:39 pmh.
I attended the Holbrook Family Reunion this past weekend and enjoyed a great time with aunts, uncles, and lots of cousins. Joel my oldest didn’t want to leave when it was time to go. Joel’s crying brought back memories of my childhood.
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Posted in September 3, 2009 ¬ 2:10 pmh.
Here is a link to a recent interview I had regarding my book Shelter. Click here to read interview.
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Posted in September 2, 2009 ¬ 2:10 pmh.
I was reading in my journal this morning and today is the anniversary date of Harrah Christian School’s first day of class. The following is an excerpt from 09-02-08:
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Posted in September 1, 2009 ¬ 5:44 pmh.
When I was a kid and I wanted to go skating on Friday night I always started by asking my mom if I could go. She always said, “Ask your father.” So I would go to my dad and say, “Dad can I go skating mom said it was okay?”
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