I have this distinct picture of me in my earlier years of marriage, getting into a rhythm of going back upstairs to finish an argument. My wife and I would have argued about something. I would go downstairs to cool off (or to be dramatic). After not too many minutes I’d think of a few…

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Durante algún tiempo, he tenido dos conversaciones muy diferentes con dos grupos muy diferentes dentro de mi familia cristiana. Uno es con cristianos afroamericanos y el otro con cristianos blancos, ambos en su mayoría evangélicos, aunque muchos de los afroamericanos no usan esa etiqueta. Comparo estas conversaciones con el asesoramiento matrimonial que proporciono en el…

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For some time, I’ve had two conversations with two very different groups of my Christian family. One is with white Christians and the other with African-American Christians, both mostly evangelicals, although many of the African-Americans don’t use that label. Most often the conversations are in the larger church community rather than in the church I…

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  Quietud. Tranquilidad. Soledad. A veces, cuando invito a la soledad a mi día, o se me impone, pienso en mis abuelas, Lucy Jones y Emma Martin. Ambas eran madres de 13 hijos. Lo creas o no, recuerdo una tranquilidad y una sensación de quietud sobre ambas. Me crié en Flint, Michigan, alrededor de esa…

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Stillness. Quiet. Solitude. Sometimes when I invite solitude into my day, or it forces itself on me, I think about my grandmothers, Lucy Jones and Emma Martin. Both were mothers to 13 children. Believe it or not, I remember a quietness and a sense of stillness about both of them. I was raised in Flint,…

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