One Less Word For Lent 2015 – 37 (Still Saturday)

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  “Jesus loved the secret places, getting out of the crowd, walking away to stop and enjoy the beauty of the creation, living each detail to its fullest knowing that our journey in this world can be short . . .” Word Count: 37 ~Jonathan Altmonte Graduate of Compassion’s Leadership Development Program (Jonathan was host […]

Still Saturday: The Beauty of Thy Peace


  Dear Lord and Father of mankind, forgive our foolish ways; reclothe us in our rightful mind, in purer lives thy service find, in deeper reverence, praise. In simple trust like theirs who heard beside the Syrian sea the gracious calling of the Lord, let us, like them, without a word rise up and follow […]

Still Saturday: Let It Be


Lord, it is night. The night is for stillness. Let us be still in God’s presence. It is night after a long day. What has been done has been done. What has not been done has not been done. Let it be. ~New Zealand Prayer Book, Night Prayer In the stillness, Sandy   Welcome to […]

Still Saturday: More By Less

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“Even beasts of burden must be turned out to grass occasionally; the very sea pauses at ebb and flood; earth keeps the Sabbath of the wintry months; and man, even when exalted to God’s ambassador, must rest or faint, must trim his lamp or let it burn low; must recruit his vigor or grow prematurely […]

Still Saturday: Rest


“I wonder sometimes if we’re afraid of rest. We’re conditioned by 24/7 news and Facebook updates to be afraid we’ll miss out on something we “ought” to know. We’re afraid we’ll lag further behind in the race to some steadily receding finish line like Archimede’s tortoise. We’re afraid we’ll let someone down, as others’ expectations […]

Still Saturday: Seed of Yahweh

seed of Yahweh

  I’ve been thinking about this seed of Yahweh conceived in love, then planted in the cave of a woman-child, confined and nurtured in her soft dark womb, nourished with her every heartbeat. How cells of cell multiplied until he fluttered light, then stretched and rose like yeast bread in her warm belly until her […]