Russell Throckmorton

Do Not Vote Like Me

As I leave my primary polling location, I leave with an electoral hubris.  Godly things cross my mind like… “Today I voted for God’s candidate.”  ”WWJV (Who Would Jesus Vote)”. As I stop to grab a snack on the way home, I puff out my chest with a “I Voted” sticker.  I even checked out…

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I don’t want a cheerleader

This rant will be short. There is a song called called “Cheerleader” by OMI.  Everytime I hear it, I develop a nervous twitch and grit my teeth.   In the chorus the artist describes his girlfriend as his “cheerleader”.  The verses describing how his girlfriend does everything for him makes me throw my hands up and…

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Flying Snowshoes and Frozen Hot Dogs. part 2

As I sat on top of a winter ridge line in Alaska, my stomach was growling and I felt weak.  I knew it was time to eat. I pulled out my issued Meal Ready to Eat (MRE).  I was probably the worst MRE to have #15, Beef Frankfurters.   What is a a frankfurter?  Frankfurter is…

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You are not important!… Okay you are…. but not the way we think.

     It is not tolerated to say “I am not important”  in today’s culture.  It falls somewhere between self pity and suicidal thoughts in the minds of people.  We as Christians are quick to pull out verses to fill our sense of self worth.  We are created in His Image (Gen1:27) and His eye…

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In The Name of Authenticity

I am flawed. Last week I drove right into our first big snow storm.  It took me four hours to get to work.  My family was with me because we needed to stop by our attorney’s office to get documents signed. The roads were horrible and I was quickly losing my patience.  I gave a…

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The Broken Church Experience

I love the current accessibility to the Word today.  I listen to a lot of sermons throughout the week.  Probably close to 30.  I listen to the greats like Mark Driscoll John Piper, Chuck Missler,  Matt Chandlar,  and an assortment of pastors from smaller congregations that just ooze the love of Jesus.  Thank you smart…

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Flying Snowshoes and Frozen Hot Dogs. part 1

     Often times in the military you find yourself in such a miserable moment that you cannot help but contemplate the bigger picture.  I had a night like that as a brand new private on the side of a mountain in Alaska. My team had been tasked to conduct a recon on a site…

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Bare Feet

     I don’t like feet.  No, I hate feet.  I especially hate my feet.  I don’t wear sandals or walk around in bare feet because I am ashamed of my ugly feet.  After over a decade in the infantry, my feet have been beaten up.  I have a sixth toe on my right foot….

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