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Moments Mid-Stream: How They Squirm with John's Gospel
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Sunday, June 14, 2015. How They Squirm with John's Gospel. Jesus comes along in John’s Gospel with many self-disclosures of “I am”. I am the Living Water. (ch. 4 and ch. 7). I am the Living Bread. (ch. 6). I am from above. (ch. 8). Before Abraham was, I am. (ch. 8). I am the Light of the World. (ch. 9). I am the Door of the sheep. (ch. 10). I am the Good Shepherd. (ch. 10). I am the Son of God. (ch. 10). I am the Resurrection and the Life. (ch. 11). I am the Way, the Truth and the Life. (ch. 14).
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Moments Mid-Stream: Revelation Taking Root
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Sunday, June 7, 2015. Sometimes words are said. But meaning comes up missing. Listeners scratch their heads. Or just move on apace. Deeper truth is there. Than meets the understanding. Whether now to soft-sell. Or hold on firm in grace? Spirit gave the words. And Teacher just relayed them. Must wait a richer clay. May we have the strength. To leave them there maturing. Until their blossoming day. Labels: Hearts and Heads Together. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Adopt the World.click image.
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Moments Mid-Stream: Psalm 77 (but I will remember...)
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Tuesday, July 21, 2015. Psalm 77 (but I will remember.). Things are not as they ought. I am vexed by the evil I see. And much pained by those selfish agendas. That would say I am sick. And abandoned by friends of the past. 8216;For this faith ill-befitting. And its precepts that can’t. And won’t last.”. Still I look for your rescue. And your lessons I hold. While it seems you partake. Must all Heavenly comfort depart? But a check comes. To all of this whining. And a nudge points. To joys of the past.
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Moments Mid-Stream: Life at the River
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Friday, July 3, 2015. Life at the River. If I had the chance to show you. If you'd sit still long enough. I would take you to the River. Lovely diamond in the rough. I would have you hear the cardinals. See the mallards skimming down. And the Monarch, gossamer pilot. At the outskirts of our town. There the Angus cattle lowing. And the hissing wind-swept corn. There the sparkle on the millpond. Hiding heron in the morn'. And you'd sense Creator's passion. And His new art brushed each day. Revived at the R...
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Moments Mid-Stream: Message Missed It
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Sunday, August 9, 2015. Sitting in a hall of mourners. Told to fest the passing friend. Hearing tales of his known goodness. And the peace so near the end. But the preacher did dis-service. Spoke of where we all will go. Painted Heaven like a playground. Missed the means of entry so. And I sighed to see old neighbours. Given but a tinsel charm. Neither shown the Saviour's rescue. How He lifts from all alarm. August 10, 2015 at 3:22 AM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Adopt the World.click image.
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Moments Mid-Stream: Amos and Conscience
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Saturday, May 23, 2015. I knew it was wrong. Out there in desert winds. I sensed your honour. I knew of your love. And also of your terror. The ewe would tend each tiny lamb. The lion would roar and descend. The sweetness would come. And water with the delicious sound. Proved the greater of riches. Trips to market showed me. And the haunted eyes of the starving. The perverted holy days. Full of pomp and form. Missing anything of mercy. Deserving of your wrath. We have seen the locust. Finding it so rarely.
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Moments Mid-Stream: Out of the wreck I rise.
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Sunday, May 31, 2015. Out of the wreck I rise. She came into the coffee shop. Dragging right foot and leg in a rhythmic semi-circle. Cocking a bent right arm skyward as if questioning something. Making all movements with determination. Folks courteously held the door and gave her a place of privilege in the lineup. Her response of "Gee thanks" was uttered in that low forced tone of cerebral palsy. Suddenly."WWHAAT chapter are you ONN? A delightful conversation followed. Luke the historian. The sh...I not...
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Moments Mid-Stream: Cathedral and Sanctuary
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Wednesday, August 5, 2015. Countless feet have trod these stones. Come here, from the thrall of days. Racked with pain and stifling moil. Seeking but the Saviour’s ways. Does He live beneath this vault. Good as all the stained glass shows? Did he brave the worst of men. Blessing, while He took their blows? Could I trust my parcel small. To this Friend from Galilee. Does He even care at all? Hear my cries; my burden see? Yes, my spirit answers “Yes”. Most trustworthy of all Kings. Revived at the River.
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Moments Mid-Stream: Still In
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Friday, May 15, 2015. So early again this morning. And she had the day off. So many doctors lately. Prodding, poking and scanning. And then that word. About a quarter of it had to go. Fifty-fifty chance of a bag.”. She sat by the dinette window. Waiting for the kettle. Would there be a ripple from anyone. Brother moved out east. To in-laws’ town. Here at the College. There would be the girls. At the Church Book Club. Couple of fellow staff. At the dollar store. For some kindly spring air. On the back lawn.
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Moments Mid-Stream: The Hiss
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Sunday, August 2, 2015. The Hiss (Isaiah 7:18). God will simply whistle. And help comes to the table. Scans the far horizons. For one that gets His heart. Lands upon a village. A home, a hearth, a hero. Jars him with a vision. That gives the job its start. Here we all perspire so. As if to help Almighty. All is well in motion. So why the panic’s push? Quiet now, and listen. He may be at your doorstep. Bright tomorrow’s calling. Just settle down, and hush. August 3, 2015 at 3:28 AM. Revived at the River.
