Incidental Details
July 14, 2017
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One thing about siblings, they sometimes know more than you do about your motivations.
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Category: Speaking to the Soul
We Are Immortal
July 13, 2017
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Our rabbi eating that broiled fish with his disciples – it means that we, ourselves, are immortal beings. Imagine that! Death has no power over us.
God’s Dream of Blessing
July 12, 2017
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What would happen if we all determined each day to try to be a blessing to just one person we encountered that day?
Only Love Today
July 11, 2017
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I love to retreat and I love the holiness that opens up when people gather together.
Something Strange, Something Familiar
July 10, 2017
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Something strange is happening in this passage from the Gospel of Luke. We witness a brief flurry of activity before the silence and stillness of the sabbath descend in the aftermath of trauma. Perhaps we can learn something about coping with suffering from this faithful observance of the day of rest.
Get Your Yoke On
July 9, 2017
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The same traveling rabbi who offered a tender yoke to the down and out of his time makes the same offer to us today. If you’re tired of it all, if you somehow got yoked to a worrisome old dogma or doctrine, toss it off. That thing is not the yoke of Jesus. His yoke brings rest; it is an easy thing.
Going the Wrong Way
July 8, 2017
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This week I have to look to see where I may be traveling in the wrong direction and endangering others in some way.
Glimpses of God
July 7, 2017
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Just maybe…now and again, we get our three minutes…or our 30 seconds or so…of the special lenses in which we can see God in a way we’ve never seen before. If you could have that glimpse, how might it change you?
Interwoven with God in our Essence
July 6, 2017
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There are times when I pray as if God were out there somewhere, listening in. I’ll murmur a short plea for help or a thank you.
Fireworks
July 5, 2017
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We giggle to hear, behind us, a small child narrate the colours of the fireworks exploding overhead into flowers and fountains. He is rooting for the green ones.
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