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Jump into the deep end
Last summer, I spent a couple of weeks poolside watching my kids try their first year of swimming lessons. Even though this was a new endeavor, I was happy to see their instruction proceeding uneventfully—until it was time to jump off the diving board.
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None of my children had ever jumped into the deep end before. Though they approached it with a certain amount of trepidation, they nonetheless leapt off the board into the waiting arms of the lifeguard below.
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I smiled as I saw them jump. I felt proud to see them take a risk. But they felt the opposite.
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It is hard for me to love my neighbor. I have neighbors who just yell at me. Some days I am too tired to care. Yet, my Lord calls me to love my neighbor. Recently we heard a lesson in church from Luke’s gospel (Luke 10:25-37) in which Jesus was approached by an expert . . .
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It's there on my kitchen table. My pillbox. Small and seemingly insignificant, yet I need it to keep myself alive. It’s a reminder of my mortality. A reminder that I can’t avoid the consequence of sin, even if my doctors have found ways to prolong its coming. . . .
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According to Ted Klug, vice president for enrollment management at Martin Luther College, New Ulm, Minn., students who graduate from the synod’s ministerial education schools—our future pastors, teachers, and staff ministers—oftentimes . . .
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