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Name: Bob
Gender: Male
Interests: A billion years of pummeling surf,
Shipwrecking seachanges and Jonah
storms
Made ungiving, unforgiving granite
Into this analgesic beach:
Washed by sea-swell rhythms of mercy,
Merciful relief from city
Concrete. Uncondemned, discalceate,
I’m ankle deep in Assateague sands,
Awake to rich designs of compassion
Patterned in the pillowing dunes.
Sandpipers and gulls in skittering,
Precise formation devoutly attend
My salt and holy solitude,
Then feed and fly along the moving,
Imprecise ebb- and rip-tide
Border dividing care from death.
Eugene Peterson
Expertise: We live in a cult of experts who explain and solve. The vast technological apparatus around us gives the impression that there is a tool for everything if we can only afford it.
If pastors become accomplices in treating every child as a problem to be figured out, every spouse as a problem to be dealt with, every clash of wills in choir or committee as a problem to be adjudicated, we abdicate our most important work, which is directing worship in the traffic, discovering the presence of the cross in the paradoxes and chaos between Sundays, calling attention to the “splendor in the ordinary,” and, most of all, teaching a life of prayer.
The Contemplative Pastor E. Peterson
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9/10/2006
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| Hearing the voice, whose voice? His voice! How do we know it is His we are hearing? Because; He says things we never would - when He corrects us, as stinging as it can be, there is still a sense of being in the safest place there ever could be - even in His commands, there is a call to us for a response based on love and faith, not obligation and fear. Even with these telltale signs, being sure it is His voice we are hearing is not the easiest thing we do this side of glory! Reading from the OYB (One Year Bible) I was struck by how we dirt clots vacillate in our ability to hear and know the voice. A Hebrew prophet who gives a powerful message to a rebellious king and yet is fooled into disobedience so easily, the church in Jerusalem constantly in the middle of incredible wonders and works of Him and yet slow to believe that an enemy has been transformed into a brother. Myself and my fellows trying to navigate through a time where we see His hand at work and have a knowing in our knower that He is up to something powerful and good and yet struggle to respond to calls to adjust our lives and style of serving because we aren't sure if we are hearing His voice. Why doesn't He make it simpler, why do we have to live in this place of dimness?
We don't yet see things clearly. We're squinting in a fog, peering
through a mist. But it won't be long before the weather clears and the
sun shines bright! We'll see it all then, see it all as clearly as God
sees us, knowing him directly just as he knows us!But
for right now, until that completeness, we have three things to do to
lead us toward that consummation: Trust steadily in God, hope
unswervingly, love extravagantly. And the best of the three is love.Help us Lord to keep our trust in you, hoping in you our one true hope and learning how to love you and others without limits, spending our love like drunken sailors unable to restrain ourselves. Loving like you love, maybe that is the key to hearing the voice with clarity and confidence!?
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| Happy Thanksgiving to all!! There is much in my life to be grateful for; primarily relationships: Wife Children Grandsons Mom Siblings In-Laws Spiritual children Friends Co-laborers in work and in the faith Mentors and peers One relationship that always is at the forefront of my thoughts and emotions in this season is that of father-son. See, 19 years ago Thanksgiving Week was my week of waiting and watching my own dad make his transition from this life into the next. Friday November 27th 1987 he breathed his last and I stood at his side as he was ushered into the Presence of Him who is worthy of all Praise and Glory!! So Novembers have since then been seasons of grief, longing, joyful remembrances, gratitude, depression, sadness over what couldn’t be and thankfulness for what has been, what is and what will yet be! In September 1987 during a terrible time of pain and difficulty battling his cancer, my dad said to me; “Heaven is not so much a place I look for but being with Him who loves me and has given me this life” Well Dad I long for the day that I will join you there in His Presence along with loved ones from our past, present and future. For of the things eternal that have touched and continue to touch my life it’s the people that have changed me, tested me, blessed me day after day after day! How great is the love the Father has lavished on us, that we should be called children of God! And that is what we are! The reason the world does not know us is that it did not know him. Dear friends, now we are children of God, and what we will be has not yet been made known. But we know that when he appears, we shall be like him, for we shall see him as he is. Everyone who has this hope in him purifies himself, just as he is pure. | | |
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