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This one is for Michelle Meech , whose graduation from seminary and impending ordination as a deacon has been on my mind recently. I am a person who loves to think about the great large sweep of things, historic trends, where humanity is headed, that...
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Not hammer strokes, but dance of the water , sings the pebbles into perfection. --Rabindranath Tagore Today I voiced croaked, if you will, for the first time that I want to step out of the role of supporting cast and take on the role of teacher. I have...
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So here I sit with association. And reflection. I am proud to be American. And I am embarrassed to be American. I am proud to be Christian. And I am embarrassed to be Christian. I am proud to be human. And I am embarrassed to be human. I have ideas about...
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Okay….so for as much as I hate to admit it, most of the time, I’m just going through the motions of life on auto-pilot. Yet, what I discover when I remember to pay attention to what I'm doing is grace. Intellectually, at least, I get that when...
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A New Kind of Christianity: Ten Questions That are Transforming the Faith by Brian McLaren A Christian synchroblog that I have written with sometimes in the last few years has sort of gone extinct. Every now and again a theme for a synchronized blog raises...
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In that infinite space, The space of one flutter of a hummingbird wing; In that infinite space That defines the difference between one drop of water and another as they join to form a waterfall; In that infinite space Of time from the fire in my brain...
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If the car stutters just a fragment immediately I go into diagnostic mode: how long has it been since the oil was changed? how’s about that timing belt? wonder what’s in the gas line? wonder what I should do for better carburetion? And then my heart does...
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March 4, 2010 A dear friend’s husband died today. I was so honored that she called to tell me herself, since I’ve moved away and was not close to comfort her. In the midst of her grief and sadness she reached out and allowed me to be a part of this holy...
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I recently met a new friend, who is a friend of several ‘old’ friends (most of them in the 20’s and 30’s!). David has the gravitas of an elder, even though he is young in years. I am sitting with his new book, ‘The Way Home’, soon to be released, and...
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you offer me stars you offer me houses you offer me flowers you offer me space you offer me wounds you offer me friendships you offer me trials you offer me scones and tea you offer me lightbulbs you offer me kisses you offer me godmothers you offer me...
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Hello my dear....here are some thoughts your dream of falling through stained glass ceilings inspired, and it is connected to dreaming in the Four Worlds, from a Kabbalistic Perspective. You fall thorough each successive layer of glass....shattering but...
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All my life, I thought you had to be a member of some-sort of secret society in order to make delicious pies. It just looked so mysterious to me. I mean, really, how on Earth can someone take ingredients as unappealing as vinegar, shortening...
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The God Who Only knows Four Words Every child has known God. Not the God of names. Not the God of don’ts. Not the God who ever does anything weird. But the God who only knows four words And keeps repeating them, saying: “Come dance with me.” Come dance....
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Poem of the Month ~ March 2010 If you had (or have) qualities that others could not appreciate, and said qualities, upon being tested, nevertheless grew like untamable wildflowers and weeds, then this poem’s for you! Have a very merry month! --Krayna...
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Working with dreams is a little like creating a stained glass window blindfolded. While in Mexico recently I had dream of which I remember only a fragment. In the dream I am falling through layers of glass ceilings. In each of the four layers there are...
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what if instead of running we slid gracefully …out of time …out of space …out of patience? Sliding gracefully out of patience. Doesn’t that have a different tonal quality than ‘running out of patience’? 1910 Guy Zinn, New York AL, sliding back into first...
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If you are lucky, There comes a time when you tire Of the relentless Pursuit of future Moments and choose to be here In this instant, now. This post is in response to One Single Impression’s prompt “running” thanks to Jim's Little Photo & Poem Blog...
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“The kingdom of God is like a feast where everyone is welcomed with a jubilant divine indiscriminacy, like the prodigal son whose return brings tears to his father’s eyes or the lost sheep that counts more than the ninety-nine that never strayed. “The...
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This is a submission for the 45th Festival of the Trees hosted this edition at the very cool The Voltage Gate . Here’s also the link to the Festival of the Trees homepage. I have a few trees in my slightly larger than a breadbox yard here in Bend, Oregon....
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I want to write about grace: about the invisible hand of Spirit giving a reprieve from suffering; about two nights of honest rest without struggle or pills; of feeling stable for the first time in months of exhales that don’t quite get it all out....
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At church, where on the mornings I relinquish Sunday sleep and make it to early morning choir rehearsal - I spend the service, then, sitting up in the choir loft (so churchy; itchy white robes and all); and there's a great view of the entire sanctuary....
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Ok. So there’s all these words and characters (some noble, some not so much) in the Bible, but for those of us born as buttoned-down Christians, or even as cultural ones, the primary relationship is with Jesus. So I’m going out on a limb here in this...
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somnambudance: a condition of sleep-dancing with such grace, creativity and precision that one appears to be awake; condition may in rare cases imitate insomina. Making up words to describe what I dreamed after watching ‘This is It’, realizing that the...
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Rumi said “break the legs of what I want to happen” And so it is that I find my path to the Source Made more fortunate, Actually enlivened By the losses, And inspired By the despair. Because as a desert traveler, my first glance of the oasis and My parched...
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Someone wise said something like: ‘I wouldn’t walk across the street to talk to a God I could understand.’ Not this. Not that. The process of elimination the via negativa these are the most meaningful personal pilgrimages to God. Meanwhile The apricot...
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