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Freedom In My Heart

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Freedom in my Heart. What does it mean to have freedom? How often we take our freedoms for granted. What is freedom, how can we experience it, and what can we do to protect it? Let us open God’s word, and do a little study on the meaning of freedom. I call this section:

The Word of Freedom

Our only freedom is found in Christ.

An End

Here is a message I prepared almost a year ago, and preached at the Stearns church on April 2, 2016. I found it in my files this week, and it has brought back a flood of memories. In January, I had conducted the funeral service for David Hickman, and not even a month later, another friend of our church had also passed away. At the time, my father, who had been battling prostate cancer, had taken a turn for the worse, and though he was optimistic, we knew he didn't have long to live. (My father passed away 6 months later, on October 29)

What If?

The following is a sermon written for the new year. I preached this message in Stearns and Monticello on January 14, 2017. You can hear an audio recording of the message here.

A well-known story circulated the Internet a few years ago. It went something like this:

There once was a little boy who had a bad temper. His father gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper, he must hammer a nail into the back of the fence.

Bible Translation Comparison

The King James Version has been the standard for English translations of the Bible for over 400 years. The original edition, published in 1611, is hardly decipherable by English speakers today. The spelling and type face were updated in 1769, and it is this edition that has held is place as the most popular English translation of the Bible from that time until today.

A McFeeters' Night Before Christmas

'Twas the night before Christmas at Kristina's house;
All things were in a flurry--especially my spouse.

The laundry was hung by the wood stove with care
In hopes that it'd dry in the humid night air.

The guest were nestled all snug in their beds,
With dreams of iced freeways and cops and stiff legs.

And her in her apron, and I in my sweats
Were hoping to sleep some before we forget--

When back in the kitchen arose such a clatter
I sprang from my chair to see what was the matter.

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