• About Bruce

    A web programmer by day, I somehow still spend a lot of time thinking about relationships, God, and the significance of grace and love in daily events. I am old school in the sense that I believe in the reality of sin, and in the need of each human heart for deliverance to the Divine. I am one of those who believes that Jesus Christ is the Son of God, and that you can find most answers to life's pressing issues in Him and His Word, the Bible. I ain't perfect, and a lot of the time I ain't good, but by God's grace and kindness, I am forgiven and free.

    Necessary Changes

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    It’s been a challenge, but I am at the place right now where I need to speak up, and to put down. After some 3 and a half years at church, setting up every Sunday morning and tearing down every Sunday afternoon, and trying to lead a small group one night a week, I...

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    Friendshifts

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    This morning as I was getting around, I thought about an old friend. Well, old friend probably isn’t quite right- he was a childhood friend I was close to for probably two years. I imagine at the time, I was one of his friends, but I think for me, he was one of my...

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    Ramblings | March 29, 2015

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    It’s been a while, and because of that fact, I appreciate the efforts of my birthday twin and childhood friend Kristy Cole Holliday (“Prone to Wander”), and my boss Tim Price (Tim Price’s “Photo of the Day, Etc.”), who each make it their goal to post one entry a day. They both stay at...

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    “Un” Endings

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    Tonight, a “friend” of mine on Facebook provided a thoughtful post that I appreciated for its candidness. In preparation of the pruning of her friends list, she at least warned people that she was pulling in and trying to regain some focus in her life, and that some connections would be lopped this evening....

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    Fully In

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    I often wonder where it came from, this tendency in me. No doubt it was there when I was five, on the playground at school, hanging out on the Weebly-Wobbly that was close to the surrounding fence. I know it was there in middle school, when I would hug the walls walking from class...

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    Celeb

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    I had the neat experience of meeting a local celebrity last Sunday night. It’s an experience because when you meet a celebrity, you kind of wonder if the magic of who they are in their celebrity-hood will rub off on you at all, and somehow also make you more special. Well, I don’t know...

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    A Season to S.T.O.P.

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    For whatever reason, coming into this year, it felt like a good time to review my heart life, and to re-evaluate my faith walk. I felt the need to do this because I was reminded by the example of good friends that faith expresses itself more in what you do than in what you...

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    New Years, Uh, Recommendations

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    It’s New Year’s, which means it’s time to get up close and personal with ourselves. We get to wipe the slate clean and think about all the things we would differently if we could this year. Some things we can change, and some we can’t. It is the season of resolutions, though, and as...

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    Christmas, By the Book

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    It’s Christmas, so it’s as good a time as any to think about the holiday, and what it means to me. It is, after all, besides a commercial boon, a religious holiday, focused on the birth of a child according to a very popular book, who was all human and, at the same time,...

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    The Island • I

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    He had grown up in the area and spent his childhood hiking the hills and running the ridges that jut out above the beaches. He knew the bushes and the berries, the migration paths of the deer and the rock holds that sheltered the turkey and pheasant hiding amongst the trees. His step-father Ansel...

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