Tales from the Great Adventure

a journal of living-like-we-mean-it, by Derek Maul

If I speak in the tongues of mortals and of angels, but do not have love, I am a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal. And if I have prophetic powers, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have all faith, so as to remove mountains, but do not have love, I am …

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If we really were getting multiple gifts to correspond with each day of Christmas (like “three french hens,” or “two turtle doves,” or “six geese a laying”), then today’s the day I’d have to pass on anything more, because Rebekah and I already have the number six covered, and then some. How appropriate that our …

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This is not a “restaurant-review” blog; nor do I (often) succumb to my foodie tendencies and saturate social-media with photographs of every vaguely interesting morsel that crosses my path. However, Rebekah and I had such a good experience at The Melting Pot Tuesday evening that I have to share at least a taste of the story. It …

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For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known. (1 Corinthians 13:12) Funerals/Memorial services almost always make a powerful impact on my mind and my spirit. This was especially true Monday evening, …

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Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. This weekend I attended …

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