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Tag: Death

  • Jeremy’s Egg

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    Fred D
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    Tomorrow is Easter. As done on previous Easter eves, here once again is one my favorite true stories. May it encourage you as together we rejoice remembering . . . “Easter says you can put truth in a grave, but it won’t stay there.”—Clarence W. Hall Over the years I’ve listened to many excellent presentations…

  • Three Questions

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    Fred D
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    In our sadly divided nation, I strive not to risk sparking gut-level political controversy. However, this picture has haunted my dreams since the horrific, unimaginable tragedy at Nashville Covenant School in Nashville, TN three days ago: Here’s another picture from that tragic day.  I respectfully ask you consider both pictures, and ask yourself three questions:…

  • A Ragamuffin’s Regretful ‘If Only”s

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    Fred D
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    ‘Woulda’…’coulda’ …’shoulda’ … Life’s ‘if only’s that can block out the bright sunshine with dark stratocumulus clouds of regret. Intriguing that “if” resides smack dab in the middle of LIFE. Regret is “If Only’s” synonym. The dictionary defines regret as, “To feel sorry, disappointed, distressed, or remorseful about. To remember with a feeling of loss…

  • Life’s Flight

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    Fred D
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    Flying has always fascinated me. As a child (some claim I still am 😊), the adventures of Sky King, a WWII aviator turned Arizona rancher, kept me glued to our family’s state-of-the-art, oval, 13” black and white TV. My time in the USMC as an aircraft electrician heightened my flying passion, and early in my…

  • Great Smoky Mountains Sunrise

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    Fred D
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    Three rugged timbers on a hillside at sunrise, reminiscent of a Sonrise 2,000 years ago that forever vanquished death and sealed my salvation. “Where, O death, is your victory? Where, O death. is your sting?” I Corinthians 15:55 Keep Looking Up . . . His best is yet to come!

  • Three Final Choices

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    Fred D
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    Hiking through the Great Smoky Mountains I wandered upon an old cemetery. Treading in a hush of reverent silence, I carefully meandered among the grave-sites reading tombstone inscriptions. Three thoughts surfaced . . . no pun intended 😊 The uncertainty and brevity of life – several tombstones marked the graves of infants, who left and…

  • Rebirth

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    Fred D
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    Temps reached into the 40s as Mother Nature granted a brief reprieve from winter’s arrival. Snow melt transformed to translucent droplets exhuming a colorful re-birth of leaves carpeting the forest floor . . . reminiscent  of the tears Jesus shed to offer all who claim Him as their own a glorious, forever rebirth. “O death,…