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    Now Accepting Applications – 2016 Become Good Soil Intensive

    Ready to go deeper? We are now accepting applications for the 2016 Become Good Soil Intensive. Click here for details on the event and to find out how to apply. Click here for an introduction to the message of Become Good Soil and to find out more. Here’s what one alumni said about the Intensive: Wild...

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    Laying Roof Shingles in a G-string

    Disclaimer: BecomeGoodSoil.com is a blog written for men who are choosing a decade of excavation. My motive is to write with integrity and love to this group of men uniquely. If that’s not you, I welcome you to enjoy, drink deeply, and invite God to bring nourishment to your heart. But be mindful that some of the...

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    The Tried and True Road

      Midway along my life’s journey I woke to find myself in a dark wood, the right road lost. For I had wandered off from the straight path. How hard it is to tell what it was like, this wood of wilderness, savage and stubborn (the thought of it brings back all my old fears), a...

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    Access

    The moonlight cascading into our bedroom oriented me to the fact that it was the middle of the night. I was roused out of a deep sleep to find my 10-year-old son at our bedside. “Dad, will you pray for me? I’m not doing well.” A pulse of adrenaline shot through my body and increased my...

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    What Story Do You Want?

    I don’t know when it all went sideways. All I could see in my rifle scope was a continuous blur of brown fur. The charged voice of the older man driving the truck rang out, “Shoot your gun! Shoot your gun!” I don’t even remember pulling the trigger; what comes next in my memory is...

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    Quick

    Quick. There may be other words in the Scriptures more significant to receive. But in 20 years of searching, I haven’t found them. This word found me in a moment when I was ragged and pining for death. It would’ve been shameful enough if it was my own bank account I had squandered on follies...

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