Plebe Summer tested everything I thought I knew about my body and my will. The academic year tested something else entirely. I was up before dawn for swim practice. Even after validating some courses, the math and science requirements were formidable. A roommate conflict added friction to the hours I was supposed to call rest. But none of that was the heaviest weight. The heaviest weight was private. I heard myself curse. I heard myself…
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Years ago, Gary and I became good friends with Navy Neighbors Bob and Kim while stationed in Guam. Bob and Kim were young in their faith journey and were excited to learn about Jesus through God’s Word. We had Bible Studies together, and on Sunday nights after church, we always went to Swensen’s ice cream, where we had what we dubbed a “whosit whatsit” conversation. We talked and asked questions about anything and everything, connecting…
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I confess I have wandered away from confession. Growing up I attended Catholic schools. Confession was woven into our school rhythm. Regularly we would walk to church, file into the pew, and take our turn in the confessional. I remember waiting. While kneeling in the pew, I would weigh out my options. Rather than unload my guilt and shame, I considered making up something or I would sit with my sins weighing out how little…
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