When Anxiety Takes You Hostage

BP30 There are two types of anxiety, type A and type B. Type A is plain old Average Anxiety (AA). Type B is Break-Through Anxiety (BTA). It’s called BTA because…

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Blowing Stop Signs: Rebellion & Pleasure

BP29B The Anderson family appears to identify with the Christian faith. I say identify with faith instead of saying they aren’t believers because it’s never my place to judge whether…

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Born on Third Base

BP28 Some believers cling to Jesus like flotsam after a shipwreck. Others chat with Jesus on a Scandinavian luxury cruise ship next to the pool. Some Christians appear to need…

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Generational Shame Annihilates

BP27 I spoke at his funeral. My father’s funeral. I didn’t say anything about how good a dad he was to me because he wasn’t. Not in all thirty-four years…

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Silver Bells and the Throne of God

BP26 Departing from the usual format, today’s post for Designer Therapy for Life will follow a young woman on a most unusual Advent journey . . . In spite of…

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When Giants Rumble and God is Far Off

BP25 Did you ever have a favorite blankie or stuffed animal as a small child that you took to bed with you every night? How about a pacifier? I remember…

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The Longing Unlike Any Other

BP23 Humans are hungry. We are hungry for food, for meaning in life, for emotional closeness and love, for sexual intimacy (as opposed to lust). We hunger to belong, to…

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How to Grow Pearls Not Crocodiles

BP22 Do not reprove a scoffer, or he will hate you; reprove a wise man, and he will love you (Proverbs 9:8). Sven was born on a farm in southern…

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The Circle of Life or a Marathon Race?

BP21 I remember my mother’s dying days like they happened last week instead of seven years ago. Several days before she died, I remember pivoting my mother from the commode…

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