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Humility: The Quiet Guest at the Table

Humility is a slippery thing. Try to catch it in your hand, and it will slip through your fingers like water. The moment you think, Ah,...

From the Pit to the Promise

This post is an adaptation ---- further reflections, perhaps, of a sermon I recently preached at my home church. You can watch the...

Beside the Golden Door

A few years back, I had the privilege of attending a professional development conference in New York City. That’s what I told people...

The Command that became a Promise

Somewhere between the dust of Sinai and the asphalt of suburbia, the words echo still. You shall love the Lord your God with all your...

The Bible Without Tears

Remember those old shampoo commercials from the '90s? The ones that promised “no more tears” and made bath time look like bliss? This is...

To Find What We Have Lost

I was young the first time I went to church. I don’t remember how it started or when it stopped, but at some point, we just... stopped...

Darkness

Genesis begins by telling us that before there was something, there was darkness, void and without form. It's hard for me to wrap my head...

Hidden Treasure

Heyyyy you guyyyyyyssss! One of my all-time favorite movies is The Goonies . I suspect that's because, at the heart of it, is a boy (or...

The Beginning of Daren + Angie

Angie and I met when I was 13 and she was 12. She sat in the seat behind me on an old burgundy-colored school bus owned by what is now...

COVID 19 and Meth

We are beginning our second week of quarantine. Last week we had Kelly, Archer, and the baby. Luckily, the two younger girls still had...

Fostering Hope

When you become a foster parent, you enter into a season of life filled with a lot of mourning. Yes, there will be mourning for a child...

A Pound of Flesh, or an Ounce of Grace?

Both of my grandmothers were teachers. My mother has been a parapro since before I was born. My aunts worked in different positions in...

Fickel, Party of Seven

Five kids?! I don’t know how you do it...The answer? Not well. I never really wanted kids. I wasn’t even sure I ever wanted to get...

Food for Thought

I love food. I love good food. I love junk food. I love greasy food. I love fresh food. I love the way food makes me feel. I love the way...

Fickelish Faith

I plan on sharing more of my observations and thoughts on faith in the future. It really helps me to have an audience. Knowing that...

The History of Fictacular

Fictacular--It’s pretty common around our house. It’s the name of our WiFi network and the name I use for any “screen name” online or...

An Introduction to the Fictacular Life

If you're reading this blog, you probably already know me. But, if you don't, here's the quick basics that make me, well...me! I'm a...

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