I last heard my father speak this Bible verses on December 24, 1983. I was 28 years old.
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And so, begins the story we have heard and reheard for thousands of years.
I read today’s Bible verse, hovered my fingers over the keyboard and proclaimed: “Expound!” Nothing came out…
In the mid-1990s, I actually considered Daniel in the lion’s den with a situation I faced. My life was not in danger, but I was laying my intellectual and spiritual reputation on the line.
I remember my aunts discussing the trials my brother Christopher would have in first grade, learning to spell his name.
I did not recognize the name Josiah, so here is a brief history of King Josiah:
In my twenties, I was what you might call “reluctantly adventurous”—drawn to challenges that simultaneously thrilled and terrified me.
Early in my career, I accepted a challenging project that thrust me into completely unfamiliar territory.
When I was younger, I appreciated this scripture passage and the comfort in the words.