Jesus
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Waiting for death is a strange thing. When you know someone is going to pass; Death is coming; so you just know. But it hasn’t hit you … yet. You stay separated; almost disjointed from the shadowed life. Decisions are made to try and restore life. And we wait while dialysis is started and a…
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Dreaming about zombies should be about death and dying, but it’s not.
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This was my sermon for this morning at church. I used an earlier blog, My Anguish with Luke 7:36-50 and Psalm 46:10-11and created this message. I hope it inspires you and you enjoy it. When I first started attending this church I was searching. I came and I sat on this side, over here. It…
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Overwhelming life hitting me like a tsunami wave. cacophonous words trip upon each other in my mind. I am lost in my own body So I slide into this dark box of mine, hidden deep inside. Just to rest. Just for a quiet moment of silence. …
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I stood there in the dark silence of the chapel with the stain glass face of Christ looking in at the pews. His hole pierced hands showing an anguish I felt. No one was here, not in this space or time, yet I sounds of a movie floated above me from the back wall. …
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Her hands were bony and strong. Not the hands of youth with its demand to have power and control. No, her hands were strong from living life and a “hold onto me” strength. Those hands held onto me through the entire benediction. At the end there was that extra squeeze. I give it too. It’s…
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I was on the bike path following the Mississippi River, and there was this thick fog hovering over the top of the Great Mississippi. The fog’s tentacles reached out to the bike path trying to lure me into the river. Fog is an amazing thing. I’m on one side of it and can see clearly,…
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On the Cusp.
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Have you ever served communion? Today I helped serve communion. There is something incredibly powerful in placing communion in someone’s hand and saying, “The Bread of Life given for you.” See, I was raised Catholic, and the only person allowed to serve the bread and wine was the priest. It was the actual embodiment of…
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I quiet myself and come into the presence of the Lord. I feel His smile reach me. It is so warm and loving. I look into Christ’s face and ask Him, “What do you want me to do?” Be still my child, my beloved daughter. Be still and bask in my embrace. I know all…
Great Joy 