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                If you are job hunting in the future, do not be surprised if you are asked to submit two resumes: a traditional one that lists your accomplishments and a second one that lists your failures.   To a society that spends a lot of time bragging about itself, a resume of mistakes may seem like a silly idea, but we usually learn a lot more from failure than we do from success.   As well, the ability to deal with disappointment and to adapt to unfavourable circumstances is a valuable skill-set.   Therefore, employers are wanting to hear about a person’s full range of experience, rather than just the shiny, cleaned up versions of themselves that show up on the traditional resumes.                 That sort of thinking and honestly would go a long way to helping the church as well.    Unfortunately, a quick look at all the smiling faces on any given Sunday morning would make it hard to believe that anyone struggles with anything.   Too often, we only see a fake, cleaned up vers

              Many children’s sports teams no longer keep score during their games because they do not want to end up with “winners” and a “losers”.   While I understand what they are trying to do, the reality is that, at some point, everyone must face the fact that life is not always fair and even. Some get more and some get less.                 The question then becomes, “If God is so good, why doesn’t he make sure everyone is treated the same?   Why is life unfair?”                   I certainly do not have all the answers, but let me give you two thoughts that may help you to at least see this unfairness in a different light.                   First, things are uneven because we are unique.   If everyone was exactly the same, it would be easy to make sure life was fair and equitable.   However, Psalm 139 reminds that we are “fearfully and wonderfully made” (verse 14) in exactly the way God wanted us to be and that means that each of us will have our own skills, talents and e

                When I was twelve years old, a story began circulating around my hometown of Moose Jaw about a group called “The Cult”.   This group had apparently sacrificed some cats in some sort of ritual and the rumour was that they were going to something even worse.   Soon, “Cult” graffiti and symbols started appearing all over town.   It was all we talked about on the playground at school.                One night during that time, I went to movie with a bunch of guys from school.   My assumption was that after the show we would all walk home together.   However, as it turned out, everyone else had something else going on, which meant that I had to walk more than a mile home, at ten o’clock at night, by myself.                 Soon, I started to see the cult everywhere!   Every set of headlights was a car full of cult members coming to get me.   Every group of people on the other side of the street was just waiting to grab me.   It was the longest walk of my life!