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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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Don't Disturb The Roots

Posted by Michael La Framboise on Saturday, October 25, 2014, In : Meditations 
“Grandpa.” Oh, how I miss him, for his memory and faithful legacy are at the root of all that I am. 

When I was five, I remember watching the 1984 Summer Olympics and being fascinated by the gymnastics event on the rings. It was Grandpa who encouraged my athleticism and put up a pair of rings on a tree in his backyard where I could play, and pretend I was an Olympian. And there are so many other things I remember about him...

On a hot day he always had change for the coke machine at the chu...

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The Man I Called Grandpa

Posted by Michael La Framboise on Friday, October 25, 2013, In : Meditations 
I was very close to my grandparents, ever at their house or the church they had built together. Hardly a day could pass in my life when I did not see them. We did so much together. I remember Sunday afternoon lunches and mountain vacations; I remember spending the night at their house, watching X-files with them, and making homemade ice-cream for the Fourth of July! When I played football they were in the stands; and when I had an old broken down car to fix up, grandpa was there to hel...
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What Pastor Chuck Meant To Me

Posted by Michael La Framboise on Monday, October 7, 2013, In : Meditations 
This past week I have reflected on how Pastor Chuck Smith touched my life. I knew he was close to the end, but when the news of his passing finally reached me on Thursday morning, I couldn't help but shed some loving tears. I thought about what his ministry meant to me, and I remembered when it was and why it was that he touched me so deeply.

In 1998 I was still reeling from the loss of my grandfather, Pastor Jerry Osborne; and the turmoil that erupted at his church in the wake of his tragic a...

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