On a recent weekend, my wife Stacey and I made an effort to clean out our basement. Over the past couple of months, I had built a small extra storage garage so that I could get some of the junk out of our regular garage. This led to a total reorganization effort, resulting in a monster pile of goods to donate to charity. Most of these items came from our basement. We went through everything making an effort to eschew sentimentality and throw out things we are never going to use. As we did this, I came across the small pile of items I have been keeping for my brothers and me which came from my parent's home.
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Showing posts with label Legacy. Show all posts
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Saturday, May 3, 2014
How to Encourage Your Child to Abandon Christian Faith
It might surprise some to know that I once teetered on the brink of agnosticism if not outright atheism. Though it was 30 years ago, I still remember the hopeless, black, world-rending feeling of considering that there just might be no such being as God. I didn’t feel I could talk about my doubts – I was supposed to just set aside my concerns and look to God for faith. I didn’t think anyone would understand my doubts anyway.
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Saturday, May 18, 2013
The Legacy of a Logan Countian
Tomorrow we auction the home and farm where I was reared. I remember the summer before I turned four-years-old when my father was building the house. My mother took us to the construction site. The walls were being framed. My Mom and Dad took my twin brother and me to a corner of the house and said, "This is where your room is going to be!" It was impossible for a three-year-old to imagine that room that was coming, but it is easy for this forty-eight-year-old to remember that day.
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