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A persecuted people

If you want to know how much I love Jesus, just know this - a couple weeks ago, I ate lunch with my friend at a vegan restaurant so we could talk about church stuff together. My friend is vegan, so we went where he could eat. There was NO meat. No beef, no chicken, not even the other white meat (pork). There were no eggs, no milk and no cheese. There wasn’t even butter. We had cauliflower “wings” -…

My Princess

I don’t like princesses. If I’m being honest, it’s because they’re too much work. All the dressing up and jewelry, it’s just a lot for me to see past - or to wait for. They also tend to be quite the drama queens. Maybe it’s because they’re going to be queens in real life someday, or maybe it’s just because they’ve been handed stuff for the majority of their lives - I’m not really sure. Either way, the combination of…

Steffen Family letter 2019

Jesus is actually eternal. This whole “older than He was last year thing” is nothing more than a ruse. Let’s just admit that Jesus has been around since, well, forever, and try something new.  WAZZZZUUUUUP!  Guys, it’s me, Gweneth Margaret Steffen, the pug. I thought I’d try and be cool and hip like all the young pups are doing these days. I have gotten a fair amount of gray hairs on my muzzle, and when people see it, they have…

At any cost

If you have ever heard me speak or read my writing before, I think what I am about to say is fairly self-evident. If you haven’t, I invite you to go back and read some of my other stuff, or come hear me as proof that I am indeed telling the truth. What I want to say is this; the truth is ALWAYS the best option. Like always.  I can already hear some of the objections. “Aaron, what if my…

Miracles out of messes

They say hindsight is 20/20. Well, right now it is 2020, and I’ve begun to do a little reflecting. A little over ten years ago, we lost my father-in-law to suicide. It was awful - there’s no other way to say it. It was a complete shock to our family, and rocked our entire world. It was the result of brokenness and hurt - and I don’t for ONE SECOND believe it was God’s fault, or His plan. In fact,…

The ever-changing church

When I was 14, usher wasn’t the name of a famous R&B artist, it was the job title of someone who walked people to their seats at an event and/or greeted people with bulletins (programs) and passed offering plates at churches to help collect the weekly donations. It was a job reserved for adults who knew what they were doing, and could be trusted with the money and responsible for all the things that came with the job. For MANY…

The times & TMZ

I need to start off by saying, I can’t imagine what it would be like to be sitting at a table at my favorite restaurant and have people gawking and snapping pictures on their phones. Worse yet, to have them approach me during a romantic meal with my lovely wife and ask me for an autograph or to take a selfie with them. Perhaps even more annoying, would be to have to navigate throngs of people while driving my car,…

No matter where you’re from

Kiln Mississippi used to be just a little nothing town in the middle of nowhere. I’m betting even the majority of the people reading this might not have ever even heard of it.    The second most famous person to ever be “from” there, is a woman named Deanna Favre. She started an organization that helps fight cancer. The population of Kiln is under 3,000 people. It’s about an hour from New Orleans, and has a rich history in the…

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Get them with grace

There’s a phrase in pop culture that describes the way that people hope their kids live when they grow up, how they hope their bosses treat them at work, and how they’d like members of their families to react in their moments of weakness and mistakes. It’s short and sweet, it speaks softly - but carries a big stick. Perhaps you’ve heard someone say it. Perhaps you’ve used it yourself. “Kill them with kindness.”  At its core it’s a juxtaposition…

Neighbors in America

My neighbors name is… well, his dog’s name is Frank. I know that because he yells it when he wants him to come inside. While I can’t remember his name right now, I DO know a few things about him. He drives a truck. It’s black and has a bunch of fancy tinted windows. He also is really into race cars. Stock cars to be more exact. He drives them for fun in some sort of “league” or something. He’s…