still saturday: heaven quiets
“And maybe, just maybe, the deepest experience of prayer begins to happen when we, too, learn to be silent. To stop. To pay attention. To offer just one word, or two, to sit in the presence of God, in the anteroom of heaven itself and become prayer. Our very selves, offered on the altar, and then flung back to earth, slivers of shimmering reflected glory, living out that deepest, wildest, most profound prayer of them all:THY WILL BE DONE, ON EARTH AS IT IS IN HEAVEN. AMEN.” ~Diana Trautwein From this post: The One Thing That Silences Heaven Stilled and silent, Sandy Welcome to Still Saturday where we pause after a busy week, move in quiet pilgrimage, maybe linger a while in some still place, and soak in the beauty of images and words. We’d...
still saturday: poetry begins you
Let’s be clear: poetry begins you, though you might not know or feel it. You’re alive in a world God made from words. And God’s words have made you alive, and are making you more and more so. ~Dave Harrity in Making Manifest, “space and silence,” p. 25 Maybe it’s our job to incline our hearts toward silence, to head for the slight grace that stillness allows from the noises of our world. Or maybe our job is to disrupt the silence just so, to make some arrival, some gentle voice, some concrete clarity, some step toward reconciling our presence. Maybe peacemakers will be called children of God because they’re attending to the world. Maybe the meek are blessed because they disturb so little. ~Dave Harrity in Making...
still saturday: finished
Later, knowing that everything had now been finished, and so that Scripture would be fulfilled, Jesus said, “I am thirsty.” A jar of wine vinegar was there, so they soaked a sponge in it, put the sponge on a stalk of the hyssop plant, and lifted it to Jesus’ lips. When he had received the drink, Jesus said, “It is finished.” With that, he bowed his head and gave up his spirit. ~John 19:28-30 The next day dawned dark with disappointment, grief, and fear. The dream had died. Or had it? “Tetelestai!” he’d cried. “It. Is. Finished. The certificate of debt’s been paid.” Fold your hands and sit in silence. Ponder this. Stilled in the waiting, Sandy Welcome to Still Saturday where we pause after a busy week, move in...
still saturday: calm and quiet
Be still and know. ~Psalm 46:10 I have calmed and quieted myself. ~Psalm 131:2 In quietness and trust is your strength. ~Isaiah 30:15 Stilled and singing these words from Hillsong, Sandy Please #PrayForDavid as… he preaches tomorrow sees a specialist on Tuesday undergoes surgery on Thursday Welcome to Still Saturday where we pause after a busy week, move in quiet pilgrimage, maybe linger a while in some still place, and soak in the beauty of images and words. We’d love for you to join us. Get the details on the left, grab your favorite button, and link up below. We all love to hear if something especially speaks to your heart, but please don’t feel pressured to comment. Simply take some time to gaze long and drink deep. Also...
a sacred pause: a prayer experience
I climb up the back steps, push open the door, walk past the library on my right, past the sanctuary on my left, through the parlor lit only by stained glass windows. The chapel, on the right, is set up. Nobody else is here. I’ve come to complete an assignment, a challenge to check off for our Lenten small group study. At the entrance is a music stand that supports instruction sheets for this prayer experience. I take one and then slip into the second pew. I’m thinking about what’s on my list after I’m done. I get up, walk around, take pictures. Remind myself to remind my husband that he needs to “do” this before Sunday. Finally, I settle down and read the instructions. Stage One: As a prelude to prayer, read James 5:13-20....
how clutter makes us fat, and how to slow down to see
I went in search of the sound of scratching. I found it coming from behind the door of no admittance. From the room that used to be my sister-in-law’s bedroom until this house was moved across the field in the ’60s and the room was halved to accommodate a stairway to a full basement. My mother-in-law used it for storage, including scrapbooks and antique linens–many tagged as to their family roots, some tagged to be returned at her death to those who created them for her. I still have some of these. We stored things in that room, too, after we acquired the house. The space also morphed into a walk-in closet, a craft room, a nursery, and now again storage–ahem, clutter–cave. I called my husband. “Were you in the front room...
In the Tiptoe Moments
I see the point of a soft pink triangle that cuts between two pine trees to the southeast, and a sparrow lands on a bare branch just outside my window. I peel back the Target-bought shabby chic quilt, the white one striped with pink roses, and slide from between crisp white sheets, careful to not disturb the cat curled next to me. I slip on my fluffy white robe, pocket the Droid, and creep downstairs in search of slippers. I love the tiptoe moments of the morning. To be continued over at BibleDude.net today. Won’t you tiptoe...
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