Tales from the Great Adventure

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

I thought about my friend Sandee, who would pass peacefully into her own sunset a little over an hour later (probably around sundown in Minnesota), and I thanked God for the continuous witness to the resurrection that we enjoy every single day.

What is sown is perishable, what is raised is imperishable. It is sown in dishonor, it is raised in glory. It is sown in weakness, it is raised in power. It is sown a physical body, it is raised a spiritual body. If there is a physical body, there is also a spiritual body. Thus it is written, …

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For the second time this week, I’m plugging in a couple of family photographs to go with my morning words. As I’ve watched the deep drama of so many events play out all week long, often extremely close to home, and as I’ve read scriptures in my morning devotional times, I can’t get these images …

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y immediate Maul family may not be very extensive in terms of numbers (there are 12 of us now that my brother is gone), but we’re scattered far and wide geographically thanks to the continuing adventures of Andrew and Naomi. Consequently, when we do make it back together there’s a lot of picture-taking, and story …

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IMPERATIVE: I’m backed up with work this week. But first I have to write this post. My brother Geoff has run into a few more negative results in his ongoing cancer journey. So I headed down to North Bradenton for a lunch time visit and we chatted for a couple of hours. Our conversation has …

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