Some Thoughts on Being an Uncomfortable Christian

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real christians at school #2

I wonder if there’s a category in the Guinness book of records for number of times relocated. During a thick slice of our life, my young family averaged a move every nine months. Such were the challenges of needy churches and short-handed ministry. My personal “favorite”: the first day in a new house when we were unpacking boxes and we got a call saying we needed to move back to the city we had just left. Ouch.

No matter where we went, I always seemed to experience a vague dissonance in that place. I’m from a small southern town—Pineville, Louisiana, where people are interesting, food is better, and the air is hot and heavy with moisture, like it ought to be. The fishing can bring tears to a man’s eyes. Under the providential hand of God, though, I’ve managed to live most of my adult life in the north. And…

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