I spent the better part of today preparing for and then being a part of a funeral. It was an authentic ending but also a sweet beginning, too. Connections were made - in me, in the body of Christ, in those who were grieving - and in the darkness there was light.
It is in all such preparation and prayer - listening and waiting and wrestling with the limitations of words only to turn it all over to God - that I find nourishment over and over again. Dear Robert Bly gives me a clue about how this is meant to be...
WHEN LOVE COMES TO TOWN: REFLECTIONS ON TENDERNESS IN A CHAOTIC CULTURE
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time to say goodbye for now...
Resting by the shores of Lake Gardner has been restorative: the gentle waves breaking on the stones, some geese and a mallard duck came to v...
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Here's a question for preachers, worshippers and those who are concerned about church in general: is there a value in calling bullshit... -
NOTE: Here are my Sunday worship notes for the Feast of the Epiphany. They are a bit late - in theory I wasn't going to do much work ...
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