David Whitlock Ministries Inc.
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Halloween in Park Slope and the Gift We Couldn’t Buy
Halloween in Park Slope, the Brooklyn neighborhood, is quite an event. Our daughter, Mary, and her husband Peter, live a few blocks away from Park Slope, where Peter’s parents live. So, it was easy for Lori and I to experience a little of it last year when we arrived for our…
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Resting In My Fathers Arms
I held my grandson, our eighth grandchild, in my arms. I search for words to describe that feeling: holding someone who is not your own, yet is. A child so fragile and so strong, entering a world of fears and hopes, victories and defeats, hurts and pleasures. And he is unaware…
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Hooked On A Feeling
Driving to an early-morning meeting, I see the break of dawn as upbeat music fills the car, and I feel energy running through my veins. Then, in a matter of moments, I drive through one of those Kentucky knobs; suddenly, I’m hidden in the fog that masks the risen sun. As a light…
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Waiting Well
Anticipation. Carly Simon sang about it, back when a slow drip of ketchup was the soundtrack to impatience. Countless books have been written about it, from Samuel Beckett’s Waiting for Godot to a shelf of devotional volumes on Advent. And teenagers and young adults have danced…
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The Sun Is Awake
Our granddaughter, Noah Kate, is three years old, and she does not believe in sleeping in. Once she’s up, there’s no rest for the weary in her house. She marches into her parents’ room, flips on the light of her own internal alarm clock, and if told to go back to bed, she…
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More Than A Name
There it was, like a gem glittering in a jewelry store, nestled among watches, rings, and bracelets — one of those pieces you have to stop to find. In this case, it was a lone sentence hiding in a list of names. Hushai the Archite caught my attention as I rambled through a…
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Thanks be to God: a microwave!
It was the first item on my “thankful list” that my wife, Lori, and I share each morning. That day, we both listed the microwave we had bought the day before. We had been without a microwave for only a few days, but we had forgotten how dependent we were on it: warming a cup ……
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Where is God?
I’ve always loved the story about the three little boys who persistently misbehaved in Sunday School. Finally, the teacher had enough and took them to the Pastor. The Pastor, a large and intimidating man, sat them in his office, walked out, leaving the boys to squirm until he…
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Flying in Formation
My wife, Lori, and I are sitting on the back porch early in the morning. It’s quiet, except for the birds singing Lauds to the rising sun. We stare into the field behind our house, absorbing God’s gift of nature — the grass that melts into the Kentucky knobs, the low-hanging…
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A Nose for Trouble (Spiritual lessons from a canine’s trash day curiosity)
Now that our two Schnauzers have passed, our daughter, Madi, is kind enough to loan us Kobe, her Golden Doodle, occasionally. He’s a lovable boy we’ve come to think of as our therapy dog. His gentle mannerisms help soothe our lingering grief over Max and Baylor, and having a dog…