Begin… Again

Begin… Again

Steve Brown Steve Brown
Wednesday January 6, 2016

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The late Michel Quoist, a French Catholic priest, wrote the book, Prayers. (The French edition is Prayers for Life.) Over the years, since I was a young pastor, it has become a kind of safe place to go, often reflecting my own heart before God.

Christmas Will Rob You of Hope…If You Let It

Christmas Will Rob You of Hope…If You Let It

Steve Brown Steve Brown
Wednesday December 2, 2015

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Christmas is coming. It’s hard for a Scrooge like me to get through Christmas anyway, but when stores start playing Christmas music weeks before Thanksgiving and I have to say something happy about Christmas in October…well…uh…it’s my favorite thing right after jumping off buildings.

What I Learned Playing Poker

What I Learned Playing Poker

Steve Brown Steve Brown
Wednesday September 16, 2015

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Biblical truths can be found in poker. I hope that doesn’t offend you but, if it does, you should know that I don’t play poker anymore. A friend told me that it hurt my witness, so I stopped. I do think, between you and me, he wasn’t as concerned with my witness as he was by the fact that I was winning all his money.

My Sin Sends Me to Jesus

My Sin Sends Me to Jesus

Steve Brown Steve Brown
Wednesday September 2, 2015

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So my sin sends me to Jesus. I don’t know where else to go. Just so you know, I’m not leaving. I will be bloodied, afraid, lonely, angry, sinful and rebellious but I’m still here because nobody loves me, forgives me and holds me the way Jesus does. If I knew another place, I would probably go there…but I don’t.

Who is in Control?

Who is in Control?

Steve Brown Steve Brown
Wednesday August 5, 2015

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As some of you know, our daughter, Jennifer, was recently diagnosed with breast cancer. The growth was very small, they got it early, and the prognosis is very good. Her surgeon said that if one had to have cancer, this was the best kind to have. Nevertheless, the news—as you can imagine—was quite scary. (By the way, I got Jennifer’s permission to share this with you.)