Personal stories about unmet expectations in family and church.
Dillon was beyond excited as he turned the nose of his green 1974 Plymouth Valiant south on the freeway. The early Spring Day brought a cloudless sky and temperatures in the low seventies; a perfect day to roll down the windows and enjoy the wind on his face. The Chrysler 318 cubic inch V-8 jumped …
My first exposure to what I will charitably call a fearful attitude arising from wrong headed expectations took place just a few months after I trusted Christ and was baptized. Ironically, it wasn’t at the hands of a blue haired elderly lady, but rather from the pastor of the church I had recently joined as …
The peaceful, tree lined street looked like something from a Norman Rockwell painting. Not surprising for an early fall day in 1961 in the upper Midwest. In those days it wasn’t unusual for a third grader to walk to school on his own. After all, the walk wasn’t five miles up hill in both directions …
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