A weekly newsletter about family, faith and culture, written by A. Z. Adams.
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I don’t write about family to indulge—it’s the clearest window into what matters most. If my children walk in truth, if they grow in grace and give what they’ve received, then every effort is worth it. We’re not just raising kids. We’re raising saints.
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We brought all six of our children on this ministry trip—and saw the joy of service take root in them. The world chases happiness. But Christ said: lose your life, and you’ll find it. And we did. In love given freely, in dishes washed, and hearts awakened.
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The Tower’s walls were thick—but not thicker than truth. Through pain, martyrs carved their witness in stone. No bitterness, only faith: “Be faithful unto death, and I will give you the crown of life.” May we too leave a mark the world cannot erase.
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Hedonism preaches self. But true life begins with sacrifice. Cain resented the cost. Abel embraced it—and found God. In an age of blame, the cross still calls. And those who carry it won’t regret it—not now, not in the age to come.
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Alone, we flicker. Together, we shine. A quorum of faith releases power—just like the early Church at Pentecost. God is gathering His people across nations, cultures, and walls. This is the hour to unite—not under a banner, but under one Spirit.
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Death strips away illusion. But if every frailty draws us nearer to God, then even the undoing becomes mercy. Grandpa’s life was no vapor—it sang through tatters, clinging to grace. May we live so that, even in death, our faith still speaks.
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Fear urges us to run. But trust—true, quiet trust—invites surrender, and in that yielding, we find purpose. Like the colt who chose to follow, we’re not diminished by surrender, but made whole. What if trust is the way through? What if it’s always been?
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It all started that cold January morning when my alarm clock rattled me out of blissful dreams. I tumbled down from my top bunk, pulled on my trousers, buttoned my shirt and grabbed my gray felt cowboy hat—stained, crumpled, and missing a corner—from beneath my brother’s stack of hats. It was Tuesda
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How many miracles is God performing in our lives that we don’t even see because our hearts are hardened? And so we ask, “What miracle will You perform for us that we might believe?” Yet, as Jesus told them, “You’re not following Me for the miracles but because you ate bread and are full.” He was say
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Life often demands more than we feel equipped to handle. Yet, the God who formed us from dust knows our frailty and doesn’t leave us to face challenges alone. In this newsletter, we’ll explore how parenting reflects God’s patient guidance—lending strength and perspective until our children can stand
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Gratitude doesn’t measure abundance; it evidences grace. It wells up within us, becoming that fountain of living water Jesus promised—springing up to eternal life. Gratitude signals that Jesus remains Lord of our ambitions, fears, past, present, and future. And with Him, all things are possible. Wit
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It was Christmas Eve, 1976. Bruised winter clouds hung low over the city, heavy with unspent snow. The endless urban sprawl stretched from Manhattan, across the Hudson River, and into the gridded maze of North Bergen, which Blair and Regina Adams now called home. The city buzzed with its usual cacop