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Bob Robinson

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Vocation and Occupation as Sacrament

Over lunch today at Elevation Burger, home to “burgers the way they’re meant to be,” heaven and earth, hamburgers and why ingredients matter, the sacramental life and the art of rock music were all woven into the conversation. Sometimes heaven meets earth over a hamburger. At least I think that’s possible– and when we try, working […]
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Amy Sorrells

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…but Sunday’s comin’…

***** Grace and peace to you this blessed Easter morn’. He is risen, indeed!!!Filed under: Uncategorized Tagged: books, easter, resurrection
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Tom Volkar

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Delightful Work Rides Again at a New Location

Copyright © 2014 Tom Volkar. Visit the original article at post is for all of you faithful Delightful Work subscribers. I’ve been wrtiing again at Please join me to subscribe to my blog there.  Here are some recent posts if you want to know what I’ve been up to. How to Live a […]

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The house is settling in for the night. The shower whis […] The post peace appeared first on Scribing the Journey.
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Glynn Young

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The Poems of Padraig Daly

This post was originally published at The Master’s Artist.Last fall, I discussed the poems of R.S. Thomas (1913-2000), an Anglican minister in Wales whose poetry reflected his faith, his Welsh nationalism, and his love for rural life. Taking a short trip across the Irish Sea to Dublin, one finds a contemporary Irish poet who has often been compared To Thomas – Padraig Daly (1943- ). Daly is an Augustinian priest in the Dublin parish of Ballyhoden. He’s published several poetry collections and translations from poets writing in Irish and the Italian poet Edoardo Sanguineti. In his own poetry, and especially The Last Dreamers: New and Selected Poems, the reader sees the similarities to Thomas, but also sees something that is uniquely Daly’s. In these poems, Daly is focused on faith and how it is expressed, in the importance of daily life (be it in Ireland or Italy), in rituals, in loving and comforting, in prayer. The poems are wrapped in simplicity, but they are as deep as they are simple. Consider the poem “Errand:”Carrying his knapsack,He shuffled out in his bootsTo where the stars hung burning.The winds of space assailed him.He was a speckSmaller than a sootflake.Dejected by vastness,He wrapped himself in himself,Hugging his own warmth;Till the immense God,Waking from his dream,Brushed time and distances aside.Daly paints a picture here, and you think you understand it on the first reading, until you read it again to find the meaning may actually be something different. So who is carrying the knapsack? And what’s in it? Assume it is a man, and the shuffling implies an older man, who moves outside. If he sees the stars, then it must be night. He’s assailed by winds, finds himself a small speck, is dejected, and can o nothing but wrap “himself in himself,” hugging his own inadequate warmth. And then God wakes from a dream, and brushes “time and distances aside.” Nothing else is said, but that last line implies something profound has happened. God transcends physical reality, and the man carrying the knapsack is changed.All of the poems in The Last Dreamers are like that – deceivingly simple. A particular favorite is “Prayer:”We gather at the river’s edge;One by one in the darknessWe place our flames in the darkness.We watch them drift,Fragile, flickering,Out to the unsleeping ocean.We fear at first that they will sink;But the water carries them past every hazardAs if it loved them.It’s a beautiful image to liken prayer to flames, tiny flames in the overwhelming darkness. They are fragile, and they drift almost as if meaningless on the ocean’s surface. But they are carried past the hazards, “as if the water loved them.” And, of course, the water does love them.The Last Dreamers is a moving, thought- and soul-provoking collection, inviting us to deepen our understanding and faith.Photograph by Anne Lowe via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.
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Jim Lange

We are Unstable

I recently grazed my hand on the latch of our closet door and felt a sharp pain. No skin was broken (in fact there was no sign of any impact...

Sheila Lagrand

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Weekend Reflection: Darkness Banished!

The people walking in darkness have seen a great light; on those living in the land of deep darkness a light has dawned. Isaiah 9:2 (NIV) Sunday’s coming. I wait in the stillness with Sandy. And I rejoice with Deidra. Join us?

Michelle DeRusha

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An Interview with Love Idol Author Jennifer Dukes Lee {and a giveaway!}

My friend Jennifer Dukes Lee and I are doing something fun today – she’s over here at my place, and I’m over at hers, which is perfect, because that’s exactly how we’ve walked this road to publication: arm-in-arm the whole way. If you don’t know her yet, Jennifer is the author of the recently released […]You just finished reading An Interview with Love Idol Author Jennifer Dukes Lee {and a giveaway!}! Consider leaving a comment!
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Amy Sullivan


What Fitz and the Tantrums and My Friend, Beth, Can Teach Us About Achieving Our Goals

My dad wanted to know if I've heard of Fitz and the Tantrums, a band he recently saw interviewed. My dad is like that, hip with his taste in music.I nodded and tossed out a few lyrics to MoneyGrabber. I'm hip like that, so hip I sometimes know the lyrics to popular songs.I like Fitz and the Tantrums, but it's not just their music that inspires me, it's their fierce determination. In one short article from the Baltimore Sun, we find a slew of reminders from Fitz about the steps we need to take when striving for our goals.Words of Wisdom from FitzRefuse to turn down any opportunity.Be bold.Shed the labels others give you.Be brazen.Put everything on the table.Push each other.Engage more.Dance harder.: :Fitz's words make me think of my friend, Beth. Beth decided to get crazy and now, she is selling paper flower arrangements in our local, hospital gift shop. For real. She started her own business. She saw a need (Do you know you can't always give hospital patients real flowers?) and she made a goal.Just like that. Bam. Business started.I'm pretty proud.Anyway, Fitz and Beth have me thinking about you, thinking about you and wondering what kind of goals you are growing nowadays.Do tell.: :Don't forget about #RiskRejection. Around these parts, we talk about risk the first Thursday of every month, and we'd love if you would join us. Follow @AmyLSullivan1
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emily wierenga

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An Open Letter to Mothers Who Have Miscarried

Dear Mothers Who Have Miscarried,I've lost two, and it's near torn me apart, this longing to be in heaven with my babies, but I've learned the secret to staying on earth.I learned the secret, just weeks ago, and I want to share it here with you, if I may?It was December, a cold afternoon and I was meeting in a church with a prayer team. They asked me about the babies I'd lost and I wept so hard I couldn't speak because this past spring, God had told me my Madeleine would live. And then she'd died. He'd told me about her personality, and then she'd slid from my body, and I gave birth to Stillborn Faith that day.I've been grieving ever since and sometimes it's just a white lace shoe that undoes me. Or a pink dress.  Or the sight of a woman's rounded womb.And I met with the prayer team and they prayed over me, that the Grief would end. I nodded tearfully.Following the prayer, one of the women pulled me aside and told me she'd heard a pastor speak once, on miscarried and aborted babies, and that this pastor had received a vision of a nursery in heaven. In this vision, the pastor saw a nursery filled with miscarried and aborted babies, angels watching over them, and upon reaching heaven, mothers who'd lost their babies would be given a second chance to raise them.Now, friends, I don't know that there's anything in Scripture that talks about a nursery in heaven but I also know that heaven is mysterious and unfathomable and eternal, and that a nursery is something akin to the loving character of God the Father. He may just give us a second chance to raise our babies.I breathed long and hard and fast after she told me this. Because if this nursery does exist, then suddenly God's words to me in the spring made sense: his words saying that my baby would live (even though on earth, she died); his words describing her personality, as though she were already alive.Because no life is lost to Jesus.The night I lost my first child, I had a dream, even as I slept: a little girl with golden curls sat outside my bedroom door playing with toys, and when she looked at me, she had her father's eyes. And then I looked down at my arms and there was a little boy asleep in them, but I couldn't see his face.If this nursery exists, that dream was of my daughter, playing in heaven (and the baby in my arms? My eldest son, who was conceived months later).And my daughter's waiting for me--even as your children are waiting for you.13 For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb. 14 I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well. 15 My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place, when I was woven together in the depths of the earth. 16 Your eyes saw my unformed body; all the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be. (Psalm 139)Friends?Our God does not lie.If he's told you that your baby lives? She does. Maybe not on earth. But nothing can separate us from the love of God--not even death, Romans 8 tells us.May you be filled with hope. This world is not all there is.Hallelujah.Your sister,e.*** Hey guys--I hate asking this, but I guess it's part of being a "professional" writer; I created an Author page yesterday and am wondering if you'll consider Liking me? Here's the link: XOXOSubscribers that had been using the RSS method may have tore-subscribe and choose the non-comments feed. Old (dead) link: (working) link:
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Tod Bolsinger

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When Size Really Doesn’t Matter…. OR… Why a discussion of either “Wee Kirks” or “Tall Steeples” completely misses the moment.

Two meals, two conversations, the same topic. (Over and over again.) One was the pastor of a declining church, the other a growing one. One was in an urban setting, the other rural. One of their churches was well -known, even iconic, the other was church that is not really...

Jeanne Damoff


Alleluia, Our Father

Music is everywhere. On our phones, in our cars, piped into the grocery store and doctor’s office and elevator. It’s common to every culture, and often one of the first sounds babies produce. And yet, music is far from ordinary. It’s this remarkable, powerful, who-can-find-words-to-describe-it thing. I don’t pretend to understand all the physics behind […]
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Susan Jones

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A Gradual Transition ~

"Do not allow yourself to thinkthat your life is insignificant.You are God's handiwork,chosen and commissionedfor His purposes."Charlotte Gambill *  *  * the Pine Grosbeak have returned and provide a little spring color  
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Brock Henning

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Shore Book Project Update - Still Cranking

It's been a while since our last update, and we're happy to report the cogwheels are still cranking with Mike and Christa Shore on their book.2013 proved to be a very busy year for all of us with work, family, and ministry commitments, so our book interview sessions were few and far between. We decided in December that instead of trying to piecemeal a few hours here and there to conduct interviews, which left far too much time in between each get-together, and having to re-visit parts of the story, we changed our approach to what we call "marathon sessions." We opted to set aside 6-8 hour chunks on Sundays to crank out several story interviews back to back, and get 'er done. At this point we have over 80,000 words of transcribed interviews, and I expect we'll have closer to 120,000 words once the interviews are complete (we think a couple more marathon sessions will wrap up the interview process). As a frame of reference, a typical non-fiction book is around 75,000 words, so we're not worried at all about having enough content for their story. It's the editing and cutting that's going to hurt.  :) Once we've completed the interviews and laborious transcription process, it will be full steam ahead crafting each chapter for the final manuscript.Thanks for checking in, and thanks to those of you who have asked how the book is coming along. As always, your prayer support and encouragement are invaluable to us on this journey.And as has been Mike and Christa's purpose for this book from the start, we all continue to believe strongly that this story will help anyone find hope and purpose through and beyond life's setbacks.Peace!-bsh

Heather Holleman

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4 Things to Pray for Your Life

When I read Colossians 1:9-14 today, I remember exactly how to pray for myself and others. I pray what Paul prayed:  "We continually ask God to fill you with the knowledge of his will through all the wisdom and understanding that the Spirit gives,10 so that you may live a life worthy of the Lord and please him in every way: bearing fruit in every good work, growing in the knowledge of God, 11 being strengthened with all power according to his glorious might so that you may have great endurance and patience, 12 and giving joyful thanks to the Father, who has qualified you to share in the inheritance of his holy people in the kingdom of light. 13 For he has rescued us from the dominion of darkness and brought us into the kingdom of the Son he loves, 14 in whom we have redemption, the forgiveness of sins.I remember the 4 things that make up this kind of life. It's one that:1. Bears fruit in every good work2. Grows in the knowledge of God3. Is being strengthened (for endurance and patience!)4. and Gives joyful thanksWhat a wonderful life! 

Marilyn Yocum


Dumping My Blog

I’M THINKING OF DUMPING MY BLOG - been thinking it a while - but is it one more step away from writing? Or toward it? Unsure. I admitted to these very thoughts while riding to church a few weeks ago and wouldn’t you know it? The morning’s passage included “immediately they left their nets.” I […]

Marni Arnold

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Build Your Fortress

Definition, fortress: “1a large fortified place; a fort or group of forts, often including a town citadel; 2any place of exceptional security; stronghold” Fortresses are imperative in life. Danny Silk shared a quote the other day on his Facebook Page: “Boundaries are courage in action. A child who is courageously setting boundaries will be able to resist negative peer pressure.” Timothy Smith The deeply woven truth in these words is intensely profound…especially the beginning words: […]