What comes to mind when you review Jesus’ admonition to “love your neighbor as yourself?” What does it really mean, and what if your neighbor doesn’t want love? My neighbors and I ran into this conundrum long ago while living in military housing. We lived on the corner of a two-car wide asphalt street without sidewalks, gutters or anything else…
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Oswald Chambers' Death and Burial
I’ve spent the last year writing a book that features Oswald Chambers. Last week I wrote about his death. Controversy rages about whether he died foolishly or within God‘s timing. I made my case here. The facts are straight forward. Living in a YMCA camp in Egypt and preparing to join the British troops as a YMCA chaplain on their…
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Oswald Chambers’ Death and Burial
I’ve spent the last year writing a book that features Oswald Chambers. Last week I wrote about his death. Controversy rages about whether he died foolishly or within God‘s timing. I made my case here. The facts are straight forward. Living in a YMCA camp in Egypt and preparing to join the British troops as a YMCA chaplain on their…
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Needing to Trust What You Know
There comes a point in researching a book where you have to trust what you know. I’ve been reading, thinking, listening, experiencing, visiting, watching, facebooking, pinning and contemplating World War I for over a year now. I finally started keeping track on Pinterest of the material I’d examined. Ninety titles today, but still counting. My poor husband is so tired…
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The Southwest Death March
Okay, I know it’s hyperbole (with apologies to Bataan survivors), but my friend Linda and I came to see our trip through the southwest desert as just that eleven years ago: a near death march with a happy ending. It started out innocently enough. I sat at my computer supposedly writing a novel when Linda sent an email. A semi-handicapped…
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The YMCA During World War I
When I was growing up in southern California, the Young Men’s Christian Association (YMCA) was a gym where kids learned to swim and I took gymnastics lessons. We called it the “Y” and I never gave any thought to its real name. The distinctive logo also hung on a multi-storied building in downtown San Pedro, where it was known as…
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