A Lesson from the Olympics

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My Engage blog post this week:

Mo Farah, 33, said he thought his Rio 2016 Olympics “dream was over.” This member of the Great Britain team was defending champ (London, 2012) of the 10,000m event, and he had every reason to believe he could win it again—until he tripped on his training partner and fell on the track.

But rather than give up, Farah did something remarkable. He jumped back to his feet. And he didn’t just prove he could get up and make it to the finish line. No—he took off and ran for 16 more laps and pressed on to won the gold!

The apostle Paul uses a running metaphor for the Christian faith in his letter to the Philippians: “Do everything without grumbling or arguing . . . though you live in a crooked and perverse society, in which you shine as lights in the world.” How? …

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Hope: Amy’s and Caleb’s Stories

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My husband, Gary, is the East Africa field leader for East-West Ministries. About a year ago, I went with him to Kenya, and we had a video/writing team with us. Two of the children in our sponsorship program, Amy and Caleb, shared their stories with the team. And now we can finally share their words with you. We love these kids! Thank you to those who have had a part in alleviating their suffering. You make such a difference! Follow the link above to find out more.


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Willis R. Grafe (1920–2016)

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Dad and me at my college graduation, 1981.

Dad and me at my college graduation, 1981.

My dad died in mid-July. Those words twist my stomach. He would have been 96 today.

He lived a long and vigorous, virtuous life, still collecting bread from grocery stores and delivering it to the poor well into his 90s. He taught me to hike (backpacked the Grand Canyon with his brother, my hubby, and me at age 69) and to canoe and to sing at the top of my lungs at sunrise on Easter. In my early elementary-school days, he could be found at night sitting in the doorway to my bedroom with the autoharp in his lap, singing to my sister and me as we lay on our bunk beds. He stopped saying “I love you” only after Alzheimer’s took his mind in the past few years. But he would still deliver a bear hug. Here is the eulogy I

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