The tongue is a fire

Paul, a friend in seminary, once told of a remarkable junior high adventure. It seems that one summer afternoon he and a friend went prowling through the attic in Paul’s house. There they found a trunk with a few mementos from his father’s career in the military — helmets, hats, uniforms, papers, hand grenades.…Yes, hand […]

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Tongue control

A seminary classmate of mine told of a teenage adventure he had with a buddy one summer afternoon.  They were prowling through the attic when they came upon a box filled with the leftovers of his father’s military career.  Towards the bottom of the box, they found two hand grenades — pins still in place […]

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