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“Peace, be still.
It is the time of year that darkness descends like a curtain on the ground only reluctantly, when the long days stretch indolently like a satisfied cat. This is the time of year when the lure of the outdoors exercises a mesmerizing hold on those of us who love summer.”
The clouds that run in on the wind cannot obscure God’s judgement or muffle her mercy; that the Holy Spirit dances in the tree tops, bending with them towards the earth, kissing the ground that we walk upon with grace and loving kindness.
“Forge a new path.
Listen to bird songs.
Follow your children.
Linger on the front porch.”
“The Spirit, not content to flit around on the surface, dives into the depths of God, and brings out what God planned all along. Who ever knows what you’re thinking and planning except you yourself? The same with God—except that he not only knows what he’s thinking, but he lets us in on it.”
“I wonder what sorts of dreams David had before Samuel’s arrival. He was a poet and a musician. Did he play for his brothers and for the sheep he tended, thinking that would be his greatest gift? Did he envision a lifetime of caring for the family flocks on the Palistinian hillsides?”
“Another question that occurred to me was, where is this happening in our own time? Who has authority, and where does it come from? Religious sects and denominations, political parties, martial and judicial officials, and even groups like homeowners’ associations claim power and authority, yet where does it come from?”
“Receiving a new name is a common theme in the Bible, a name that always seems to match the new role. I have to wonder about the yin-yang of that. Does the name come from who we are to begin with, personality-wise, or is it something to hold up as an icon for inspiration? Or is it a little of both? “
As if any day could be ordinary.
“As if time were as green and long as
the season after Pentecost,
as it glissandos like a penny whistle
toward late November.”
“My thoughts and awareness return to Grace Cathedral. I focus on the lights. All beautifully unique, shining brightly, like hands reaching to God.”
Why I go to the Water Hello, water at my feet. Hello, you who brings forth life and cradles the duck and heron and reflects
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