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Chad Pierce

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An American Girl

My oldest child just turned 17, and both of our worlds are changing. Our date nights at the gym have been replaced with me working out alone and my daughter going on real dates with...why can’t I ever seem to…
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A Stroll in the Woods

By Chad Pierce I remember the feeling of hospitality I received twenty years ago like it was yesterday. A couple of friends and I were hiking in lower Galilee, retracing some journey of Josephus or Jesus. I can't remember. What…
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Death & Resurrection in Target

by Chad Pierce I witnessed a resurrection of sorts in the customer service line at Target. My wife Jodi and I were visiting family in Holland, Michigan one summer from Pella, Iowa. Pella is nice, but it has no stores…
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Don’t Thank Me

by Chad Pierce “Please don’t thank me.” I imagine I will think, but not say, this 500 times over the next few days. As a veteran, Memorial Day weekend is always bittersweet. On Monday I will get up early, suffer…
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Behind the Walls

by Chad Pierce It’s what on the inside that counts. If I have learned one thing this week, it’s that. On Monday I spilled coffee, and I mean just a little bit, onto my laptop keyboard. I was thankful it…
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Marines and Mothers

by Chad Pierce “Most people run away from the sound of gunfire. Marines run toward it.” This was one of the many true yet testosterone-filled phrases I remember being taught at Marine Corps basic training. As a 42 year-old pastor…
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Labels, Prisoners, and the Worst in Us

by Chad Pierce Liar, addict, adulterer, doubter... imagine if we were known, and labeled, by the worst five minutes of our lives. I made the mistake this week of reading the online comments on a news story that had been…
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Unrecognized

by Chad Pierce Not a week goes by that I do not remember. A random glance at my son moves me to tears and gives me great joy. We had just experienced a wonderful Fourth of July weekend visiting our…