Gaining Perspective

July 28th, 2016 by

063fe30d-3cdb-4e26-baf9-cac197bb55a0Do you remember the movie, Indiana Jones and The Last Crusade?  Harrison Ford as Indiana Jones is forced to follow clues to retrieve the Holy Grail in order to save his father, who has been shot by the villain.  He comes across a chasm spanning a greater distance than any human could leap.  There is a pregnant pause as Indiana Jones stands, one foot precariously in the air, contemplating the step that he is about to make with his father’s voice wafting in the background, “Have faith, boy!”

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Between New Birth and a Mack Truck

July 19th, 2016 by

cec28d56-2411-4bd8-bcec-48d714d1c961They go from strength to strength, till each appears before God in Zion.   Ps 84.7

 One of the few fun things about moving is that thorough search for that ever-elusive item that you know made the move, but you just don’t know where it is now.  And in the process of the quest, you stumble upon a different treasure.  It’s not what you were looking for, but it’s a valuable find, none-the-less.

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A Day in the Life of Gisenyi, Rwanda

July 13th, 2016 by

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Fourteen from the US and Rwanda gathered in Kigali and then half went to Kibundo, Tanzania and half went to Gisenyi.  Several bishops with leaders from their dioceses were coming together in both places for a week of teaching, worship and prayer, and sharing about ministry.

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Healing Hearts/Assorted Stories

July 1st, 2016 by

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Listen to these voices,
voices of the soul:

“Scars have the strange power to remind us that our past is real.”

Cormac McCarthy, All the Pretty Horses

“The soul is healed by being with children.”

Fyodor Dostoyevsky

“And I felt like my heart had been so thoroughly and irreparably broken that there could be no real joy again, that at best there might eventually be a little contentment. Everyone wanted me to get help and rejoin life, pick up the pieces and move on, and I tried to, I wanted to, but I just had to lie in the mud with my arms wrapped around myself, eyes closed, grieving, until I didn’t have to anymore.”

— Anne Lamott, Operating Instructions: A Journal of My Son’s First Year

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