Without First the Breaking

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  E’s mother shut her and her sister out of the house because she could no longer care for them. C was reclaimed from a trash heap in the worst part of Port Au Prince. She was about five years old, scarred and burned, abused and cast away. I met her two years ago on […]

Still Saturday: Strength

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There is a special strength that is born in solitude. Crows travel in flocks, and wolves in packs, but the lion and eagle are usually found alone. Strength is found not in busyness and noise but in quietness. For a lake to reflect the heavens on its surface, it must be calm. ~L.B. Cowman, Streams […]

If I’m Still Enough

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  Sometimes, when the light is right and if I’m still enough, I see the glitter of tinsel dust floating over melted memories of magic and mystery in the waiting, the anticipation of gifts delivered in the night. I long for simpler times when I delighted in an unseen omnipotent giver and all I had to do was be good. But sometimes, if I’m […]

Still Saturday: Thanks

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Accept, O Lord, our thanks and praise for all that you have done for us. We thank you for the splendor of the whole creation, for the beauty of the world, for the wonder of life, and for the mystery of love. We thank you for the blessing of family and friends, and for the […]

In Which Cancer Brings Clarity for David

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UPDATE: David Landrith, pastor of Long Hollow Baptist Church, joined Jesus in heaven this morning, November 18, 2014. He now rests in the shadow of the Amighty. Please continue to pray for his family and his church. I’m so sad today, yet grateful for the privilege of having just a small connection with his people, for having […]

Still Saturday: Selah

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  Is there any note in all the music of the world as mighty as the grand pause? Is there any word in the Psalms more eloquent that the word “Selah,” meaning pause? . . .  And is there anything that can touch our hearts like the power of stillness? For the hearts that will […]

Cultivating Good In the Midst of Grief

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    She was my age, and also a nurse. She helped birth this place–a place where people could live out their last days in unforced rhythms of grace, where grief itself could cultivate good. I’m sure she never dreamed that she would be birthed to a new life from one of its beds. She was admitted the same […]