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Third Site
Third Site: 3/20/14 update
Dear Grace Bible Church family, We recently sent a letter that included important information about our upcoming third campus (you can read it here). We actually feel called to plant multiple new campusesin Bryan/College Station in the coming years that will allow us to pre...
Third Site
Third Site: 2/11/14 update
Dear Grace Bible Church family, Over the past several years, we have seen our community and our church grow significantly. God has given us the opportunity to share the gospel of Jesus with an increasing number of people in the Bryan/College Station area, on the TAMU campu...
The ReDiscovered Word: A New Project
I'm very excited to announce a brand new project on this blog, one that I feel God has been leading me toward for some time. If you've been following my blog for the past few years, you've probably noticed a gradual transformation in my writing. I have been experimenting wi...
Good News Makes You Run
Peter and John ran like children, all sense of decorum left behind. They also left Mary Magdalene behind, who was still recovering from her own sprint. Panting from exhaustion, Mary told them that the stone was rolled away and the tomb was empty. Not willing to believe what...
The Hero
In his mind's eye, he sees a younger man, although the mirror presents a different image. The mirror makes clear the passage of time and offers no shelter from the reality of age. He isn't troubled by the graying hair or the deepening lines around his eyes, but sometimes he...
Mom is the Glue
Last year, I wrote a post for Father's Day about the life lessons I'd learned from my dad. Writing a post about my mom is harder in some ways. It's not that I learned less from her than from my dad. Instead, it's that the things I learned from her are so much a part of the w...
We Stand and Stare at Our Hands
"For the joy of the Lord makes us sleep!" OK, those aren't actually the words to the song. It seems that way, though, when we sing about raising our hands or bowing down to God while we stand motionless, staring into space. Why are we so hesitant to worship God with our bod...
I Won’t Go In
I thought I smelled something coming up the road. Reeking of pig, that wretch looks like he's been rolling in the mud with the swine he's been feeding. Day after day, for years, Father has looked for him. Every morning and every evening, He scanned the horizon as if the lit...
