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Seeing is Believing
Now Thomas (also known as Didymus), one of the Twelve, was not with the disciples when Jesus came. So the other disciples told him, “We have seen the Lord!”But he said to them, “Unless I see the nail marks in his hands and put my finger where the nails were, and put my hand into his…
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40: in the Wilderness
Lately, my mind has been wandering to the desert experience of the Israelites, the story of God’s people, their search for a land and for an identity in the midst of great turmoil and unknown. I have found myself resonating with the questions: Why are we here? What will happen to us when this is…
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What Wondrous Love Is This
Music has always been the heart of the Church and our worship of the Mighty one. In the desert wilderness, the wandering Israelites sang prayers and hymns to a God whom they followed as a pillar of cloud by day, and as a raging fire by night. In the land of Canaan, the people of…
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A Lament for Peace on World Communion Sunday
1 By the rivers of Babylon— there we sat down and there we wept when we remembered Zion. 2 On the willows there we hung up our harps. 3 For there our captors asked us for songs, and our tormentors asked for mirth, saying, “Sing us one of the songs of Zion!” 4 How could we sing the Lord’s…
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A Poem on Poison Ivy
I found this in my search and thought I would share: Poison Ivy by Sibelan Forrester 1. The First Time Who says wrists and ankles aren’t still eroticized? They’re the first parts you can get to, the parts most at risk even if you dress in all the clothes you can think of, long sleeves, socks…
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Poison Ivy: God’s Great Leveller
For the lover of Nature, there is no end to the supply of theological and philosophical musings on the wonder of God’s creation. Whether it is Ralph Waldo Emerson or Anne Dillard, Michael Pollan or Aldo Leopold, Wendell Berry or Barbara Kingsolver or even Mary Oliver, one does not have to look far to find…
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If God is the gardener, and we are the garden, who are the mosquitos?
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Getting Dirty in the Garden
Let me sing for my beloved my love-song concerning his vineyard: My beloved had a vineyard on a very fertile hill. He dug it and cleared it of stones, and planted it with choice vines; he built a watchtower in the midst of it, and hewed out a wine vat in it; he expected it to…
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On Retreat: Day Three
Peace Be Still; Peace Be Still; the Storm Rages; Peace be still. -Stephen Iverson This week is flying by! It is so energizing to spend time in community with ministers, and to find that we have so much to share with one another. I am relishing the time on retreat, and even, dare I say,…
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