Unashamed

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Once in a while, I’ll run across someone who claims that after years of “practicing” their religion, they’ve finally come to a place in life where they don’t sin anymore. I’m always more than a little skeptical of anyone who lays claim to sinlessness. For one thing, after interacting with literally tens of thousands of humans over my lifetime, I’ve never met anyone even coming close to perfection.

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Recent headlines. Change the names of victims, towns, universities, and schools, but they’re all the same. MASS SHOOTER KILLS ____ (fill in the blank with a number) CRAZED DRIVER PLOWS TRUCK INTO CROWD KILLING ____ AND INJURING ____ MOTHER STRANGLES CHILDREN (or drowns them or shoots them) Add all of the political accusations and charges, and you begin to see a disturbing pattern. We’re getting worse at this experiment in liberty that we call the United States of America.

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I see it all the time: The Lord will take something that looks run-down, scarred, and ugly as all get-out and turn it into a story of forgiveness, redemption, and hope. That’s exactly what he did with life, and it’s exactly what he did with my marriage to Miss Kay. That’s why my family is bringing our story to the big screen on September 22, 2023. If God can save a no-good scoundrel like me, he can save anyone.

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In just a few days, millions of Americans (mostly men) will be flocking to CVS at the last minute in hopes of finding that perfect card and a box of chocolates for their sweethearts. I don’t know when Valentine’s Day became the official day to celebrate romantic love, but I have a suspicion that Wall Street had something to do with it. I have to be honest with you: I’m not the most romantic man to ever put on a pair of waders. I’m sure that comes as a shock to many of you, but it’s the truth.

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REPENT! REPENT! REPENT! Back in the days of my boyhood, hand-painted signs with that word printed in triplet littered the roadsides in North Louisiana. I never did like them very much for two reasons. For one thing, I knew that in order for me to repent, I would need to make some changes, and I sure wasn’t ready for that. And secondly, all I could think of every time I saw one of those signs was the sweaty preacher foaming at the mouth yelling out “REPENT” at the top of his lungs.