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Today is Mother's Day. My mother-in-law has just entered a new decade, at 90. She had 6 children, my wife the youngest, and my brother-in-law Zack the eldest. Late Thursday night, the Lord called Zack home. He was 65 years old, and leaves behind a wife, two children, 5 siblings, and his mother. Zack walked my wife down the aisle, and gave her hand to me at our wedding, since Jen's father had passed away some years back. Zack had a bad heart, and had several pacemakers. His heart functioned at… Continue

As we all walk through these struggles, we often depend on each other for strength, prayer and support. And we know that we all fall down at times, but the the Lord is always there to pick us up and forgive us. But since I have been coming up here, and also taking the Purity course on SCF, I have been bothered by one train of thought: are we here to confess to each other so that we will feel better, while not really ever reaching that point where we will not do these sins again? In other words,… Continue

God has put it upon my heart to write something today. As a blogger, I can't, and don't, just post for the sake of putting something on-line. There has to be some inspiration, and when that inspiration is from Him, I listen. My brother-in-law Zack is in critical condition in a hospital in New Hampshire. He has a bad heart, with something like 15% efficiency. He has a pacemaker. He is a candidate for a transplant, but has other health issues that make that an improbability. Right now, we don't k… Continue

Well, as much as I would like to continue my reporting on the Purity course and how good I am doing, I have to confess: last night I fell down. Not hard, not dramatically, not hard-core. But I fell none the less. And let me tell you what went through my mind after the fall. First, I thought "What the heck. It wasn't all that bad. Let's just forget about it and continue on as if nothing had happened. In other words, lie about it. Well, immediately that idea didn't work...I can do the course and… Continue

If you haven't heard it already, I was raised Catholic, heavy Catholic. So much so that even as I sinned, over and over again, my conscience would not release me. I lived in the confessional - "Bless me, father, it has been 15 minutes since my last confession..." And so the tenets of the church were burned indelibly into my mind and heart. Too bad they weren't burned into my soul. I couldn't get away with anything internally, but for some reason (which I am to this day trying to figure out), I… Continue