The driver's seat of the Chevrolet occupied the area that had once been the back seat and, pinned between the contorted steering wheel and the driver's seat-back, was the smashed and maimed body of a slight - maybe 110 lb - teenage girl.
God has indeed spoken to us, and He has spoken with the intent that we understand His message. Why? Because He wants us to know Him. To know God, to discern Him as He is in truth, is to behold His glory.
There is no such thing as an irrelevant father. The moment a man becomes a father, his life becomes enormously relevant to at least one other living soul. Fathers who take their responsibilities seriously do well, and become significant forces for good. Bad fathers, absent fathers, and fathers who have abdicated their responsibilities are significant forces for evil. Whether for good or for evil, the impact of a father is powerful.
It's a curious thing about scars. We remember them. We remember the finest details of the circumstances that gave birth to them, the wounds that formed them.
I was present to witness the new hope shining in Chris Franklin's eyes the day he put his trust in Jesus. I believe if Chris were still present in this world he would want to tell you about it. But he is not here, so I am telling his story. I think he would be glad about that.
America is replete with Christians who have become self-satisfied, complacent, and useless waste receptacles in the household of God. I am begging you - don't become a useless believer.
Coronary Artery Disease, or CAD, is responsible for nearly 9 million deaths globally per year. That statistic ranks it as the most common cause of death on the planet.
He didn't say a word. He smiled at me with that familiar twinkle in his eye that spoke volumes. He winked, and I knew everything was okay. I realized then that Dad's love for me - for all of us - was unconditional. There were no strings attached; he loved us no matter what we did.
There was a day and age, even within my own lifetime, when humility was viewed as a key component of greatness. I am of the opinion that arrogance has supplanted humility in that formula, the outcome of which destines us to the rule of mediocre men.
Every one of the multiple research threads that I strung up on my imaginary crime solving pin chart eventually found their way to the same blunt conclusion, the singularity for which I was searching, i.e. - I should be dead, but I was alive.
On May 30, 2015, I died. I was running a 5K race in Clever, MO when I literally dropped dead from a heart attack.
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