INSIGHTS MAGAZINE CANADA
A Season for Humble Gratitude
by Chuck Swindoll
It's baaaack! The age-old yuletide season is about to slip in the door once again. Better not shout, better not pout, for the malls will be playing “Jingle Bells” several thousand times between now and December 25. If you're not careful, the crowds and commercialism will weigh you down like that fourth helping of stuffing at Thanksgiving dinner. And there's nothing worse than a jaded attitude that resists the true spirit of the season.
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You Can't Always Get What You Want
by Steve Johnson
Some movies make us stop and think. Take for example Bruce Almighty. Life just doesn't seem to go right for the main character Bruce Nolan. When he has his worst day ever he ridicules and blames God for it. So God shows up and challenges Bruce to take on the job and see if he can do any better. When Bruce, acting as God, gives himself everything he wants and tries to give everybody else what they want the result is disaster. In the end, Bruce and the viewer realize that only God can be God.
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Generation Entitlement
by Robyn Roste
There's this friend I have who's a little bit spoiled. You probably have a friend like that too. Someone who (in your opinion) has never needed to work very hard and seems to take it for granted.
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Preventing Second-Generation Fallout
by Chuck Swindoll
A curious phenomenon has plagued families for as long as there have been families. Go back as far as time will take you, and there it is in all its mystery and misery. For the most part, my friend's situation didn't really bother me except in one area: work. I don't know how many jobs she has been through in the past five years. Ten. Maybe more. And she just keeps losing them. Of course there's always a reason why. And I actually understand some of them. But the one I can't get over is the reason she quit her last gig—according to her they just didn't treat her right.
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So I Married A Humourist
by Phil Callaway
Twenty-nine years ago we embarked on a honeymoon we've been trying to forget for—oh, about 29 years. A friend named “Bob” offered us his beach house outfitted for people in ministry who lacked money. We qualified. Our first two nights were spent in a blissful state at a luxury hotel. Then, with piggy bank barely jangling we hastened in our 1972 Mercury Comet to the “beach house,” a term I use very loosely.
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Guilt
by Help Me Understand
People tell me I'm too busy, that I need to take it easy. How do I explain that my biggest fear is the overwhelming anxiety—nearly panic&mdashfilling my soul as soon as I'm alone and all is quiet? It's in those times my inner voice reminds me of all the bad things I've done in my past, all the people I've let down, and all the items I haven't crossed off my list. Instantly I feel deep regret, shame, and guilt for failing at life. Why would I slow down when it will make me feel horrible about myself? I'd rather not feel anything.
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