Erie mother of nine says she has learned a lot from raising kids

This great article honoring Pam for Mother’s Day came out in the local papers last week. I’m so proud to be married to this remarkable woman.

By Pam Mellskog For Hometown Weekly
Posted:   05/14/2012 12:52:07 PM MDT

Pam Boardwell reads a history book to her children while they study in the living room of their Erie home Tuesday morning, May 8. Boardwell is the mother of nine children. Her husband Matthew is pastor of Life Song Church of Erie. They home school their children. Pictured, from left, Jonnavin, 15, Jilliann, 12, Pam, and Zachary, 17. (Lewis Geyer/for Hometown Weekly) ( LEWIS GEYER )

Though newlyweds with no children then, they picked a family whistle inspired by the rooster’s opening scene in Disney’s Robin Hood film and practiced it to find each other in crowded places.

More than two decades later, Pam and the Rev. Matthew Boardwell’s nine children ranging in age from 1 to 20 learned the tune, like their parents, to keep in touch.

But their family dynamic holds them together in so many other practical ways.

They know that a zoo trip means wearing matching colored shirts for easier identification in public; that meal time means eating together at an 181/2-foot-long table custom made by their paternal grandfather; that running errands also means fielding questions from strangers who often ask if any are twins or adopted.

A century ago, more parents shared this couple’s perspective on family life. They saw nine or more iterations of their genetics and needed good child-rearing strategies to survive and thrive.

American families today include an average of two kids, according to the U.S. Census.

So, for most folks — even those without children — there is something new to be learned from an old way of life that requires careful prioritizing and budgeting to make all sorts of ends meet.

Ways and means

Pam Boardwell, 42, credits her husband, who pastors Life Song Church a block away from their home, for cooking two-thirds of their meals and home-schooling the older children so she can focus on home-schooling the younger ones.

Ultimately, though, she gets the most face time with the children and knows how to make the most of it.

For starters, that means posting a chore chart to encourage teamwork and refusing to let extra stuff slow her down.

“We try to keep things going out the doors. So, I always say ‘Yes!’ when a charity calls for a donation,” she said.

The Boardwell family of Erie has dinner Saturday evening May 5. Pam and Matthew Boardwell have nine children. (Lewis Geyer/for Hometown Weekly)

She also bought into baskets early on in her child-raising adventure and keeps them in all sorts of strategic places. She puts items to be donated or returned to friends or stores in a basket by the door. Across from it, another basket holds board books and toys for the younger set of kids. Baskets also sit at the foot and the top of the stairs to corral items that need transport up or down.

In terms of grocery shopping, she insists that feeding nine kids is not nine times more expensive than feeding one kid.

Economies of scale at the grocery store and the stove help her bottom line considerably, she said.

To boost that benefit, she buys steeply discounted food only. Her rule of thumb? Pay no more than a dollar a pound for meat, poultry and produce and no more than $3 a pound for cheese.

“We eat what is on sale, not what we want,” her husband said.

They still eat well and, as a musically inclined family, they often sing grace — “God We Thank You” — over meals in three-part harmony and in a round where the girls follow their mother and the boys follow their father.

From the outside, it might seem like Pam Boardwell parents day and night without a break, which is somewhat true as she still nurses the baby and tries to be available to listen to her teenage children who all want to talk with her around 9 p.m.

But she and her husband continue to hold tight to a helpful ground rule to keep their morning early birds in check: No one is allowed to stir before 7 a.m. — something even the 3-year-old gets.

“Zephani knows what 7 looks like on the clock,” Matthew Boardwell said.

Transformative motherhood

These systems work to maintain a semblance of peace and quiet and productivity in a household alive with so many different ages and stages.

Yet, even this mom needs to hit a personal pause button called “Sit time!,” said son Zachary Boardwell, 17.

“She has to be pretty riled up to yell,” he said. “But she will say this, which means that we all have to sit down and raise our hand if we need to talk because she feels bombarded.”

Pam Boardwell said that having more children taught her to remain calm when overwhelmed, to find another way to deal with too much going on.

“I was probably more of a yeller when they were littler,” she added, laughing. “That’s probably the advantage of having these little ones in my 40s. I’ve got years of practice with being more patient.”

Her kids call that patience love in word and deed.

“I like being around my mom,” son Nathaniel Boardwell, 18, said. “She’s a good person to talk to. She’s easy to be around. And she’s funny.”

Daughter Katelynn Boardwell, 13, credited her mother’s growing patience with their growing family as something that made her more fit to home-school them effectively.

“Besides that, she never goes a day without telling us that she loves us,” she added.

Hearing her children comment on her parenting, which is not something they usually do, caused Pam Boardwell to sink into her easy chair at the end of a long day.

She realizes that, like each one of her nine children, she has come a long way.

“When I was single, everything had a very specific place. If a plate or a cup went missing, I would notice. I had to let go of that. Now, if a dinosaur toy gets lost, it is lost. People are more important that things,” she said.

As the older children became more able to help with chores, she needed to let go of more, of wanting everything done exactly to her liking.

“That’s been part of the learning, that what they do doesn’t have to be exactly the way I would do it,” she said.

Her faith and the way her mother and grandmother modeled patience remind her to continue pursuing her life’s goal of being less selfish and more loving.

That sounds good to her children — even when whistled.

“She whistles when she wants to get our attention, to call us to meals, to get us home from the park or to find us in a store. It’s an easy way to do it. … And it uses up a lot less breath than to call everybody’s name,” Zachary Boardwell said.

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Another Way to Share the Gospel

Tabitha was a named woman of God in the early Church (Acts 9:36-42). Please understand what a feat this is. We know dozens and dozens of male leaders from the 1st century Church, but only a handful of women. What was her claim to fame? Was she a charismatic personality? A preacher or a pastor? A theologian or a missionary? Did she have seminary training? Nope, she was none of those things.

Here’s what made her famous. She did good and cared for the poor. Specifically, she made clothes. Spiritually, she made inroads of grace. And then she did something that proved her worth to the Kingdom. She died.

Some have said the best measure of a local church’s effectiveness is how much it would be missed if it were gone. Tabitha is a great example of this. Her death left a huge hole in the community. The local Christians were devastated. The widows were beside themselves with grief. This servant of God, this kind-hearted, nimble-fingered saint, was desperately missed.

So when they heard that the apostle was nearby, they sent a missive, “Please Peter, come help us.” So he did. He came and witnessed the artifacts of her kindness, their obvious love for her, and their deep grief at her passing. Then like his master Jesus, he prayed to the Father and raised the dead to life.

Then something amazing happened. Her resurrection became famous and many people became new followers of Jesus. But this story didn’t begin with a resurrection; it began with a needle.

Tabitha reminds us that we don’t need to be a mass-evangelist or a well-known pastor to have a profound and widening Gospel impact on the world. We just need to serve others with the skills we have and the love He gives us…and maybe die.

Obviously, at some point there must be words. But for words of grace to be heard, there must be demonstrations of grace. While we wait to make conversation about Christ or make a defense of the faith, we prepare a way for the Gospel by making inroads of grace.

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God descends to re-ascend

Why was Jesus an embryo? Because we were embryos.
Why was he a baby? Because we were babies.
Why was he a child, a youth, an adult? Because we are children, youth, and adults.
Why was he baptized? Why was he tempted? Because we are baptized and tempted.
Why was he befriended and rejected? Because that happens to human beings all the time.
Why was he hungry, tired, and sad? Because human beings experience all those things and because Jesus fully entered into our experience, he went through all those things.

Now, why was he dead? The wages of sin is death, but he hadn’t sinned.  The consequence of turning our back on the Source of life is death, but he hadn’t turned his back on God. The natural consequence of living like the devil and chasing after cravings is death, but Jesus didn’t live like that. So why did he die on the cross? Why was he dead at all?

On Friday he was punished as a sinner because we are punished (Isaiah 53:4-6).
On Saturday Jesus was dead because we were dead (Ephesians 2:1-3).
On Sunday He rose from the dead to raise us from the dead (Ephesians 2:4-9).

The whole story, from Annunciation to Ascension, is about the Son of God identifying with us. The act of faith we call salvation is about each of us identifying with Him, on the cross, in the grave, and back up out of the tomb.

In the Christian story God descends to re-ascend. He comes down; down from the heights of absolute being into time and space, down into humanity, down further still, if embryologists are right, to recapitulate in the womb ancient and pre-human phases of life; down to the very roots and sea-bed of the Nature he had created. But He goes down to come up again and bring the whole ruined world up with Him. One has the picture of a strong man stooping lower and lower to get himself underneath some great complicated burden. He must stoop in order to lift, he must almost disappear under the load before he incredibly straightens his back and marches off with the whole mass swaying on his shoulders. Or one may think of a diver, first reducing himself to nakedness, then glancing in mid-air, then gone with a splash, vanished, rushing down through green and warm water into black and cold water, down through increasing pressure into the deathlike region of ooze and slime and old decay; then up again, back to color and light, his lungs almost bursting, till suddenly he breaks surface again, holding in his hand the dripping, precious thing that he went down to recover.

C. S. Lewis, Miracles

Who does Jesus bring up out of the tomb with him?
Anyone who believes he can do it. Anyone who grabs his hand while he’s in that “deathlike region of ooze and slime and old decay”. Anyone who will take hold of him in the grave and be pulled to life with him as he rises again.
Maybe you.

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Easter Sunrise Service in Erie

Yesterday there was a great article in the Longmont paper about Christian churches joining together for Easter worship. There’s even a good quote from me about the Erie Church Sunrise Service (6:15 AM, April 8, at the Erie Community Park, bring a lawn chair and a friend).

Once again, it’s rich that when God’s people gather in love and unity, the rest of the world takes notice.

Boulder County churches will celebrate Easter with sunrise services
By Magdalena Wegrzyn Longmont Times-Call

LONGMONT — Chances are that when the sun rises at 6:33 a.m. this Easter Sunday, it’ll be seen by a lot more people than usual.

About 10,000 faithful gather annually for an Easter sunrise service at Red Rocks Amphitheater near Morrison. The Colorado Council of Churches, a coalition of more than a dozen denominations, presents the annual service. Gates open at 4:30 a.m., and the service begins at 6 a.m. Admission and parking are free, and worshipers are asked to bring nonperishable food items for the COMPA Food Bank Ministry.

For local folks who can’t make the trek to Red Rocks, the service is also streamed live at netcastvideo.com/ccc-easter.htm. And a handful of Boulder County churches are planning sunrise Easter services in Colorado’s great outdoors.

Easter, which Christians believe marks the resurrection of Jesus Christ three days after his crucifixion, has a natural connection to dawn. All four Gospel accounts of Easter mention that it was early morning when a group of women discovered that Christ had risen from his tomb.

“Christians are still commemorating that day and that time as the moment of Jesus’ victory over death,” said the Rev. Matthew Boardwell, pastor of Life Song Church of Erie and the coordinator of a joint sunrise service in Erie. “To be able to stand together at that moment in the calendar and say together, ‘Christ is risen,’ is very unifying.”

Six churches in Erie — Life Song, Impact Rock, Erie United Methodist, Calvary Bible, Northern Ridge Baptist and New Hope Fellowship — will host a sunrise service at 6:15 a.m. at Erie Community Park, at the intersection of Erie Parkway and County Line Road. Bring lawn chairs or a blanket to sit on and wear warm clothes.

The symbolism of moving from the darkness into the light is another reason for sunrise services.

“The Earth is waking up, and we’ve gone through these 40 days of Lent (a period of penance and fasting that precedes Easter), and prepared for the light,” said the Rev. Carol Lille, co-pastor of Longmont’s First United Methodist Church.

The church’s 6:30 a.m. “traveling service” starts in the church’s chapel, goes outside to the courtyard, then ends in the main sanctuary. A large, white Paschal candle is carried from each site — literally moving out of the dark.

The annual sunrise service at Bethlehem Lutheran Church in Longmont attracts a “faithful group” each year, said the church’s senior pastor, the Rev. Mark Peterson.

“Some folks we don’t see all year, and we see them at sunrise,” he said.

The church’s youth group will lead a sunrise service at 6 a.m. outside the church at 1000 W. 15th Ave.

For the 17th year, Trinity Lutheran Church in Boulder and Shepherd of the Hills Lutheran Church in Gunbarrel will be holding a sunrise service at 6:33 a.m. on the west side of Boulder Reservoir north of Colo. Highway 119 on North 51st Street. Congregants need to bring lawn chairs and blankets and wear warm clothing.

“It’s just a beautiful setting to see the mist coming off the lake. As the air is starting to warm up and the geese are starting to fly across the water, the sun comes up,” said Trinity’s senior pastor the Rev. Mark Twietmeyer.

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It’s Friday, but…

Sunday’s a’coming!

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Jesus is not on a side. Jesus is a side.

Accustomed to political partisans of both sides brandishing Jesus or one of his phrases for their cause, I loved this paragraph by Janie B. Cheaney in her World Magazine article, Your Jesus and Mine:

Everyone needs reminding: Jesus is not on a side. Jesus is a side. Nobody owns Him; He owns us, whether we’re members of His official fan club or not. To the right He says, “He who is without sin, let him cast the first stone.” And to the left? “If you love Me, you will keep My commandments.” To all of us, He says, “If anyone would come after Me, he must deny himself, and take up his cross.” That’s the challenge for left and right: Are we beating a drum, or dragging a cross?

Everybody wants his endorsement, but who will take up his cross?

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If you say so…

Is the Bible God’s Word, or not? Many Christians say it is. Some hedge and tepidly grant it some kind of divine meaning, but stop short of ascribing it to God Himself. Others are more adamant, even dogmatic, that it is literally the written Word of God. What believers say about it is important, of course, but it’s easy to chalk up their assessments to religious bias. If they say the Bible is God’s Word, few are surprised or persuaded.

Even more importantly, the Bible says it is.

I was surprised to realize how often the Bible makes this claim. 140 times we read in the Bible the phrase, “The Lord says.” 301 times “the Lord said.” 13 times “the Lord has spoken.” 160 times we read what is called “the word of the Lord.” 38 times we read the “the word of God.” 5 times “God says.” 54 times “God said.” And 5 more times we read “God’s word.”

In just those instances, the Bible says with confidence over 700 times that it is the Divine Word of God. That’s more often than it mentions the common themes of faith or love or praise or the gospel combined. That doesn’t include the many references to the plural “words” of God, the “Law of the Lord”, “God’s law”, the “statutes” of the Lord, the “precepts” of God, or the more generic references to “His Word”.

That also doesn’t take into account all the red letters in the New Testament spoken by God the Son, if Christian claims of Jesus’ divinity are true.

Is the Bible God’s Word? Yes, if it’s to be believed at all, we have to believe it’s God’s Word.

I know what you are thinking. Because I think it, too. That is a circular argument and, as such, it doesn’t prove anything.

Obviously, that’s true. Just because someone says he’s a policeman doesn’t make it true, but we ought to at least realize what his claim implies. If someone tells you 700 times that he’s a policeman, he’s either telling the truth or he is delusional and not to be believed.

It may not prove anything, but we ought to at least notice that the Bible frequently makes this extraordinary claim for itself. It’s a radical claim and made so often that it’s either true or the authors of the Book are simply delusional and not to be believed. However, if the claim is true, then as St. Augustine wrote, “What the Bible says God says, what God says the Bible says.”

There’s another way to evaluate a self-claim like that. We would expect a person who frequently claims to be a policeman to have some corroborating evidence. It would be nice to hear some others affirm the truth of his claim . Hearing him give the inside perspective of a policeman would go a long way. Some crime fighting stories and a badge might help. A bunch of circumstantial evidence might be enough to persuade.

Even with all that though, a person could still deny it. Just because there is a pile of support for his self-identification, it could still possibly be false. Any possibility at all is enough for a willful skeptic.

In the same way, we look for corroborating evidence in a book that claims to be God’s Word. We would expect a book that claims to come from God to be historically accurate with archaeological and geographical evidence supporting it. We would expect it to do a good job of describing human beings and the impact of human nature on one another and the world. We would expect it to be practical. We would expect the application of its principles to be life-transforming and rejection of its ideals to lead to chaos. We would expect it to address ultimate issues in a coherent way. We would expect some parts of it to be difficult to understand. We would expect credible accounts of supernatural activity.

Even then, if all that could be demonstrated, someone could deny it or doubt it. No amount of corroborating evidence will persuade the willful skeptic that the Bible’s 700 self-claims are true.

So, is the Bible God’s Word?

The way we answer that question will determine how much attention we give it, how much confidence we put in it, and with how much reverence we handle it.

If it isn’t, then the words of any religious leader or historian, songwriter or philosopher are potential equivalents. If it isn’t, then the time spent devotionally reading the Bible could just as well be spent reading encyclopedias or poetry. If it isn’t, then there may be insight, encouragement, and morality we can glean, but only as much as we want.

However, if it is God’s Word then it’s an invaluable resource for anyone who wants to relate to God. If it is, then there’s no better source for spiritual truth. If it is, then it’s worth making the time to read it, study it, and relish it.

Is the Bible God’s Word? At the very least, we have to acknowledge that it says so.

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Different this time – Conclusion

This entry should be read subsequent to the previous post.

So much in life depends on where you set the finish line.

Secretariat, the greatest racing stallion in modern history, would have lost the Kentucky Derby and the Preakness if the finish line had been ¼ mile shorter. The Pittsburg Steelers would have lost Super Bowl XLIII if the game had ended 2 minutes sooner. World War II would have been lost by the Allies if judged by the wreckage on December 8, 1941. We should be careful where we set the finish line.

When Gideon and his 300 men were crouched in the crags with their crocks and candles overlooking a valley encamped with 30,000 armed soldiers, it would have been the wrong moment to draw conclusions. When Israel was wedged between an army and a sea, reasonable people would have declared them doomed. Only a few hours later, though, both the sea and the army were behind them forever. When they had been fruitlessly marching around Jericho for four days, it would have been a bad time to assign victory to the city. As Naaman washed his leprosy-polluted skin in the Jordan six times, an observer might have thought there was no reward for obeying the prophet.  The last chapters to these stories simply hadn’t been written. Yet.

Or consider the Passion Week. If your last observations were on Palm Sunday, you would presume that Messiah Jesus was poised to set up his earthly kingdom. If you closed the book on Friday night, like Judas you would despair. If you drew conclusions on Saturday, you’d find a dispirited movement mourning a pseudo-savior. The divinely chosen finish line had not been crossed.

And it still hasn’t been.

The actual finish line is up ahead, God the Father only knows where. We are still in the race. Like Charles, we are still heading toward the football and it will be there when we arrive to kick it. The One holding it is no Lucy. He is and he is good. There will be a reward for the diligent seeker.

It is remarkable what moving the finish line back does for one’s faith. For example, I know that prayers are often not answered immediately. Prayers for spiritual awakening, healing, provision, and justice can be frustrating when we demand an instant response from heaven. However, when we consider that the finish line might be some distance ahead, we can lay off, trust God, and still be amazed by his glory and power when he finally reveals it. We may feel like the Psalmist, “It is time for you to act, O God,” but when he doesn’t act we’re just not at the finish line.

(BTW, I know God acts miraculously, too. I’ve experienced it many a time, but more often I must wait to see what God will do in response to my prayers.)

If the faith that pleases God believes that he is and he rewards those who seek him (Hebrews 11:6), then we demonstrate our faith by perseverance. We seek until we find. We knock until he answers. We ask until we receive. We keep on trekking until we reach the finish line. And each step is an act of God-pleasing faith.

That’s how the writer of Hebrews sums up the illustrative lives of faith. “All these people were still living by faith when they died. They did not receive the things promised; they only saw them and welcomed them from a distance (v. 13)… These were all commended for their faith, yet none of them received what had been promised. God had planned something better for us so that only together with us would they be made perfect (v. 40).” They knew that God existed, of course, but they also knew he rewarded, just not necessarily in their lifetimes. With that in mind, they kept believing and walking by faith.

God is AND God is good. If we can’t see it yet, it’s only a matter of where you set the finish line.

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Different this time

“What a rube! He’s so gullible! And always good for a laugh,” mocked Miss Van Pelt as she skipped away with her football.

There, in the grass, flat on his back, for the umpteenth time, lay the humiliated young Charles, wondering why he was always such a sucker.

Why did he always fall for it? When would he ever learn? What was he believing that always left him looking up at the clouds and listening to snickers? Hmmm.

Well, there was obviously a football. He could see it clearly there in her hands. Though he had never personally made contact with it, he did not doubt its existence.

Nor could he doubt the possibility that someone could kick it. By nature, it was like any other football that can be kicked. Oblong, covered in leather, filled with air, tied tight with laces. It wasn’t impossible for others to make contact. He’d even seen her do it.

In fact, he didn’t doubt his own ability to launch the ball. He had practiced all the skills on his own and he knew how. He’d imagined a hundred times how he would do it. The right number of steps, the right speed, the right technique, the right angle. It seemed he had his end of this kicking thing down.

It was only a matter of someone holding it still for him. But there she was, just as real as ever, in her big toothy smile and her bright blue dress. She was just as as capable of holding a ball and keeping it still as anyone. But would she?

Ah, now there’s the breakdown. Every time she tees it up, she pulls it away. The problem’s not with the football or its kicker. The problem is with the holder. She gets a giggle out of yanking the ball away at the last moment. She purposely keeps him from his goal. As long as she is the holder, he will never make contact. She cannot be trusted.

Believing every time that this time would be different is where he failed. Long before the running, the yanking, the falling, and the gasping for breath, this trust in the untrustworthy was his problem.

He needed another holder, one he could trust not to yank the ball away.

Our church has called for a week of fasting and prayer, a week to do our best to connect more deeply with God. In order for that to happen we need to believe two things: God is and that he makes our diligent pursuit of him worth it.

Hebrews 11:6 – “Without faith it is impossible to please God, because anyone who comes to him must believe that he exists and that he rewards those who earnestly seek him.”

Few of us doubt his existence. We’re honest enough to acknowledge that the natural without the Supernatural, creation without a Creator, design without a Designer, providence without Providence is just absurd. Evasion won’t make the supreme Fact untrue.

But, I wonder as I survey my own heart, whether we believe he won’t yank the ball away as we approach. Are we sure he will be found when we seek him with all our hearts? I wonder if he will permit me to be closer than ever. I trust that he is; I’m just not sure he’ll reward. From that stance, it is impossible to please God.

That he is there, I know. That he will hold still, I don’t know.

“God, have mercy on me, a sinner.”

To be continued…

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No Idea

“Who do the people say that I am?”

That lead-in question provoked a flurry of responses from the disciples when Jesus asked it.

“A prophet.”

“The Prophet.”

“Elijah.”

“Jeremiah.”

“A reincarnated John the Baptist.”

Jesus must have heaved a disappointed sigh before he asked the apostles for their own opinions.  The people he came to reach obviously were not comprehending him.  But at least they had an opinion.

Last fall, I asked a couple of locals the same question.  Who do people say that Jesus is?  What do the kids at school think?  What would your friends in the military or at work say about him?

“My friends probably don’t know enough about him to form an opinion. He’s never come up at school.”

“I can honestly say that we’ve never had a conversation about spiritual things or Jesus.”

How is that possible? How can a student get through 12 years of public education without ever bumping into Jesus? They know who Genghis Khan and Rosa Parks are and they should.  But how can you have so many years of basic education and not have a clue about such a basic historical figure?

You know, Jesus, the religious leader with 2 billion supposed followers. Jesus, whose birth we celebrate at Christmas and whose death and resurrection give you a week of vacation in the spring. Jesus, whose life is the basis for our BC (or BCE) and AD annotations on the calendar. Jesus, who inspired Newton, Martin Luther King, Jr., Lincoln, and Ghandi to nobility and societal transformation. He’s never come up in a thorough education?

How can people show up to work every day mulling thoughts of rent and relationships, football and fun, but never, never converse about spiritual things? Even if they concluded together that there’s no such thing, it would be something. But they haven’t. For years.

Got an opinion about Tebow, Obama, Romney, Bono, or the Kardasians?

Of course. Who doesn’t?

Any thoughts about Jesus?

Who? No idea.

These two friends aren’t everybody, of course. Maybe they are the rare exception. Maybe there are neighbors of mine meditating on ultimate things all the time. Maybe they are engaging their friends and colleagues about their beliefs outside of school and work. Maybe there’s a lot more spiritual conversation than these two have seen. Maybe Jesus gets noticed by lots of others.

Or maybe through tolerance and timidity we’re producing a society with no idea of Him.

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