Tag Archives: My Father’s House

The Night Jesus Called His Disciples a Bunch of Women

There is a desire in each of us to live as best we can. I think it is innate, designed into us. It’s a desire that Jesus said he came to fulfill. I have come that they may have life, … Continue reading

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Courthouses, Heaven and Coming Home

When I became a judge 20 years ago, they had no place for me. Literally. I was the eighth judge in a seven judge courthouse, and that meant there was no courtroom for me. They also had no chambers for … Continue reading

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The Man in the Turban

The elderly gentleman stood next to a pickup truck as I pulled into my space in the courthouse parking lot. He and the truck looked like they belonged to each other. Faded paint and door dings, unpressed clothes and a slightly threadbare … Continue reading

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