SEMPER FI
WITHOUT COMPROMISE
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Many are called to noble work of the Great Commission, entrusted to teach all nations by word and deed, and each saint is held to account. The good steward is required to be faithful, to be holy and let the light shine, to be separated from the world. But so often as some set hand to the plow they seem to lose their grip, distracted away from harvest goals briefly or altogether. Blemishes and shreds develop in the tattered untended tapestry of holiness, the lamp dims or flickers away. Commitment to the grand mission is betrayed as weak, sporadic, or abandoned in whole or part. The face once set like a flint is turned aside.
On the road of life there is no customary course of moral or spiritual erosion, no inescapable path to perdition, and the fiasco of failure is not always a free-fall, but often just seemingly insignificant simple sins of greed or clandestine carnal excursions. Not always a choice of common crimes or mammoth malevolent mischief, merely those trifling departures from conventional rules of modesty and virtue, possibly just a few little white lies or other deceptions that betray a lack of honesty and integrity. Slight secret sins. But beware those tiny turpitudes will be found out, and resulting reward for the error great or small can be terribly shameful, embarrassing, so humiliating, and packed with personal pain, anguish, grief and regret.
Yet there is hope for one that has stumbled. In spite of the error there can be restoration. Our God can make sweet lemonade out of even the sourest lemons, and at a time of failure can still provide a way, as things can nonetheless be worked out to eventual good for those that love the Lord and are called according to His purpose. The goals are still within reach as the righteous recidivist stumbles and rises again with renewed resolve to press on with mind focused on Him, and He will direct the path to the prize of our high calling.
Why?
Jesus loves me.
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About the Book
Families are like snowflakes, in that no two are exactly alike. Each individual has a part to play on the stage of family drama, and those characters can be so different and yet so much alike as they share that clan identity. An individual can change the name or wear a mask, and move away to seek obscurity or fashion some other identity on near or distant frontiers or foreign shores, to dwell among strangers. Fame and fortune are calling, and for some a hermit’s life is more attractive. The American traditions of love and romance, marriage and creation of another family institution have conventional conservative designs, but occasionally there is the unorthodox merger of opposites or the union of similar spirits in a compatible but unconventional connubial design. Children are born and grow up in these milieus to inaugurate their own family dramas, taking with them into those relationships all the features that genetics, nature and nurture have provided to equip them for assuming their place to play their part in the drama of human life in the American family tradition. This story is about one of those resulting families of unconventional design.
About the Author
J.W. Minton has had an unusual perspective on life in the human condition, a Californian with family roots in the deep south, and a long career as an attorney and advocate, as a judge, in politics and Christian ministry, raising children and watching them raise the grandchildren.