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Nothing But Vapor

Posted by Michael La Framboise on Thursday, October 25, 2018, In : Meditations 

The Bible confronts us with the following provocation in James 4:14, “For what is your life? It is even a vapor that appears for a little time and then vanishes away.” This can be a discouraging, even depressing thought. A person’s life is like water, slowly boiling away under the heat of daily trials and monotonous tasks, and after all is said and done, there’s not much to show for it. The water is gone, and so is the mist of vapor that once gave evidence to it. Much of human existen...


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Keep Looking Up!

Posted by Michael A La Framboise on Tuesday, October 26, 2010, In : Meditations 
[Actually posted on October 25, 2010]
It was dark, pitch black, as we drove through the mountains. Only a toddler, I stood between my grandparents and exclaimed, “Speeky, Grandpa, speeky!” But all was well with him at the wheel. I had no reason to be afraid with Grandpa there, and for the rest of my life I looked up to the man who saw me safely through  those scary mountain roads.

As a boy, I would sit with my mother in a church pew on Sunday nights and listen to Grandpa preach. Sometimes I...
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Never Been to Heaven

Posted by Michael A La Framboise on Monday, May 31, 2010, In : Poems 
Though I've always wished I was a cool guitar player or a a rock'n roll drummer, I've never been able to gather enough coordination to actually fulfill those dreams. Be that as it may, I do like to write, and sometimes I'm even pretty good at it, or so I'm told. I'm certainly not some amazing lyicist, but I hope one day my Rock Star brother, Nathanael, will take his talents as a musician and put some music to these humble lyrics, even fixing up the words if need be. Until then, I hope this "s...
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Hopeful Sorrow

Posted by Michael A. La Framboise on Sunday, October 25, 2009, In : Meditations 
Today my grandfather, Jerry Osborne, would be eighty-one years old... would be; but he's been in Heaven now for nearly 12 years. I miss him so much! I am surprised how easily my tears still flow when I think about him. I remember once, when I drove up with my grandparents to their house, standing behind my grandpa as he opened the back door for us. He was the sort of man who was hurried in his actions, and he would fling the door open with the flick of his wrist once the key turned. I had see...
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