Yearly Archives: 2016

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    What Is the Way In?

    A young man once asked Dallas Willard this question: On normal days, what does your prayer life and daily rhythm look like? After that quintessential and thoughtful pause of his, Dallas carefully offered this response: There are very few normal days for anyone, especially in our world. So you have to be careful with that question....

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    Chasing Wild – Long Form

    Since the inception of this blog over six years ago, my deep and sincere hope has been to strengthen the hearts and souls of men who are choosing the long, costly, and thrilling road of internal transformation to become the kind of kings to whom God can entrust His Kingdom.   I’ve experimented with form...

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    Now Accepting Applications – Two 2017 Become Good Soil Intensive Events

    The 2017 Become Good Soil Intensive events in Colorado and Australia are approaching. We will be accepting applications now through November 15, 2016. The images below link to applications and more details. Related Links The Become Good Soil Collection More on the message of Become Good Soil  

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      “[Grieving] requires a lot of love, and love is a harsh comforter, because only love makes genuine loss possible. You can’t lose what you never loved.” Richard Lischer, Stations of the Heart “There is a hole in the world now. A center like no other of memory and hope and knowledge and affection which...

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    Chasing Wild – Part One

    We pierced the veneer of outside things. We suffered…and had grown bigger in the bigness of the whole. We had seen God in all his splendours, heard the text that nature renders. We had reached the naked soul of man. – Sir Ernest Shackleton   The arrow flew intuitively, almost of its own volition. For...

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    It’s Only Weird If It Doesn’t Work

    I am a yoga junkie. There.   I said it. Picture me at my first class—in a sea of women in black, stretchy pants. I had never been more uncomfortable in my life. It took years of Cherie gently prodding for me to see a counselor. And it had taken her far longer to bring...

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