The Blue Box Blog
by:
Bob Kinzel

Getting Used to the New Abnormal

We often hear people mentioning “the new normal,” as if we should know what that means. May I suggest that we not refer to the present state of affairs in any way as normal. It’s not, and I hope we don’t honor it with a good name.


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Traces

A hundred years of freezing and thawing finally brought a rusted horseshoe to the surface near the street in front of our church building. The tiny chapel was built in 1834, when horses, not cars, trucks, and busses, carried people along Baltimore Pike.


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“In everything give thanks. . .”

Some Bible commands are easier to obey than others. But I imagine all of us, at some time or another, struggle with Paul’s instruction in 1 Thessalonians 5:18 (NIV), “Give thanks in all circumstances.”


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The Houdini Virus

Problems cry out for solutions. In normal, everyday life, we expect people to work together, keeping their minds and eyes open for clues and applauding any and all efforts and even hints at solutions.


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“My sheep hear My voice. . .”

One summer day In the 1930’s, my grandfather discovered a dozen of his sheep missing. A neighbor told him where they’d been spotted. Making his way through the forest and the back roads so no one could see him, he found the sheep. He recognized them immediately, and he knew they were his.


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Hard Thoughts About God

We’ve all heard the accusations against God, maybe even made some:
God has abandoned me.
If God is good, why is there so much pain in the world?
God doesn’t hear my prayers.
God has disappointed me.
God let my child die.


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Scolding Jesus

We humans must be made in God’s image. Otherwise, why would we think we can boss Him around? Our prayers often sound like a child’s letter to Santa, and we have that child’s patience as well.


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Focus!

I’ve always enjoyed the SEPTA trolleys, and find excuses to take them. But this particular clear summer day, I was traveling by car, headed west down State Street in Media, PA. I was early for my appointment, and in no hurry, so it was easy to trail the trolley as it marked the stops and folks stepped off or boarded.


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“Train up a child. . .”

A mother sat pouring her heart out to me a couple of years after her daughter’s suicide. A beautiful young girl had chosen to drop out of life before she even knew what it was all about. Dad and Mom were left to sort out the details and interpret the rambling note to the girl’s two year old son.


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The sun goes down for a reason!

One of the neighbors recently installed a powerful flood light which shines 24 hours each day. It not only lights his back yard, but mine, too, and, in fact, the whole interior of our house. And now, each evening a string of party lights adorns their new fence.


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