Few things get folks riled up like the home school – public school – private school debate. Which one is best?
This is one subject about which people don’t just have an opinion, but they’ve wrapped their emotions all around their position and, eyes bulging and veins popping, they’re prepared to fight to the death.
But the truth?
We’ve all been homeschooled.
Yep, even you. Whether you’ve been a lifelong public school student, or you’ve got a diploma from an exclusive boarding school, you were homeschooled.
I was born a dozen miles up the San Joaquin Valley from the Bible college where Tim Dugas’ dad, Paul, taught for several years, so the various names of the Dugas clan have been familiar for as long as I can remember. My father and grandfather both held the Dugas brothers, Paul and Phillip, in high regard, so I grew up with a generous dose of respect for the whole bunch. I guess that’s why I felt a little proud and important in July of 1980 when Tim Dugas spent a couple of hours on the sweltering Oklahoma District Campground telling me all the reasons why I needed to go to Christian Life College. He’d recently returned to Stockton himself, and, following in his father’s footsteps, was now part of the teaching and leadership team. A few weeks later, I loaded my clothes and my new stereo into my white diesel pickup, and headed west to claim all that Brother Dugas had promised was waiting for me.
It’s a little presumptuous for me to even write this post. My dad was born in 1934, twenty-five years before me, but I am the one who had the heart attack and who has to take medicine for high blood pressure. Not him. He is pushing through his mid-eighties, mowing his yard and remodeling anything he can get his hands on, with all his vitals showing perfect. So, he may be preaching my funeral instead of me helping my sisters plan his. But watching the funeral and memorial services for a famous American father who died last week got me to thinking about how my dad’s memorial service would contrast with this fellow’s — if I’m privileged to be there for my dad at the end of his life.
Some days, I get downright angry at what our culture is doing to our daughters. On all the other days, it makes me flat out mad!
A pastor’s worst nightmare occurred just a few weeks ago on a rural Texas highway when a 
Why does the faith of so many Christians waver? Why does their commitment run hot and cold?
Decide whether you want to deliver a speech or motivate your audience to take action. The two are not the same. You’ve got to choose one or the other. The first one is fairly easy to prepare for. The second? Not so much. It requires viewing life through another’s eyes, feeling their hurts, anticipating their struggles, and showing them the way out.