Entrusted with the Gospel

Roger's reflections on grace, God and other grand topics

January 2012

  • Bicycle Helmets and the Surprising Danger of Committing Yourself to Prayer

    Usually, I wear a bicycle helmet.  I hear they keep your brain from becoming mush if you happen to kiss the pavement.   Now, most everyone knows this, but still, it is a rare sight to see a teenager (I have two in my house) with a bike helmet. Diane and I have fought the battle of helmets, and…I think… Continue reading

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  • 11/22/63

    When I was a junior in high school, on a sleepover with my friends Ed Wells and Jim Fabry, I told a ghost story whose authorship (in a period of adolescent insecurity?) I proudly claimed for myself.  I don’t know what I called it, but Stephen King called it “The Bogeyman”. Imagine my  horror when Ed told me… Continue reading

  • Design-a-Prayer Meeting

    “Ask, and it will be given to you; seek, and you will find; knock, and it will be opened to you.”  Matthew 7:7(ESV) The Challenge: At Edgewood Community Church, we’re challenging everyone to make 2012 a year of prayer.  Whether you’re part of Edgewood or not, consider joining in the challenge!  What if everyone reading this… Continue reading

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  • Escaping the Dungeon of Giant Despair

    What is the lie of the enemy that has you locked in the dungeon of despair and hopelessness? I’ve been there before, and it’s an awful place to be. The lie could be anything.  Perhaps he trifles with you regarding your salvation?  Does he tell you that all others can be saved but you have no hope?  Maybe he whispers to you that… Continue reading

  • Tebow 3:16

    I always enjoy the NFL playoffs (it’s one of the nicer aspects of January in Wisconsin), though for this reason or that, it seems that I don’t end up watching so much anymore.  But I was watching Sunday night when Tim Tebow did the incredible again. Watching that first play in overtime, I made so… Continue reading

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  • Growing up in Jackson, Mississippi

    I was born in Jackson, Mississippi…in 1964, and we lived there until early 1972.  If ever there were a place considered a “hotbed of racism”, it was Jackson in the 60s. We had a maid for a time whose name was Annie Grace.  We were by no means rich, but maids were fairly common among… Continue reading

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  • A Wild and Crazy Guy

    “…my memory of specific shows is faint.  I stood onstage, blinded by lights, looking into blackness, which made every place the same.  Darkness is essential: if light is thrown on the audience, they don’t laugh; I might as well have told them to sit still and be quiet.  The audience necessarily remained a thing unseen… Continue reading

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  • The hope of New Year’s resolutions eclipsed by the hope of the gospel

    Was blessed this morning by Tullian Tchividjian’s blog, where he shows the efforts of Samuel Johnson to get up early in the morning and pray. “Miller recounts the valiant efforts of Samuel Johnson (a literary giant of the 18th century) to fight sloth and to get up early in the morning to pray. Taken from Johnson’s… Continue reading

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