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Just so you know.
love according to morrie
For those of you who haven’t read Tuesdays With Morrie, buy a copy (and read it) today.
There are a few rules I know to be true about love and marriage: If you don’t respect the other person, you’re gonna have a lot of trouble. If you don’t know how to compromise, you’re gonna have a lot of trouble. If you can’t talk openly about what goes on between you, you’re gonna have a lot of trouble. And if you don’t have a common set of values in life, you’re gonna have a lot of trouble.
-Morrie Schwartz
i am not the only one
this was posted on postsecret today… for some reason it struck me as interesting:
Dear Frank-
It’s 1 AM and I’m sitting here, browsing the web and feeling sorry for myself over all the things that I’ve lost…and as I’m browsing PostSecret, reading all of these postcards, I realize I’m not alone. For even in the ones seemingly entirely irrelevant to me, I see a little bit of myself.
I may not be able to turn to my family or my friends or even myself for comfort, but I at least find solace in those six little words: I am not the only one.
-Maryland
my journey – part 34
“When I am weak, then I am strong.”
“My strength comes from the Lord, my rock and my high tower.”
Don’t tell that to the rich men,
full of importance,
trusting in their wealth.Don’t tell that to the talented,
full of God’s gifts,
but trusting in their ability.Don’t tell that to me,
full of pride and stubbornness,
trusting in my own way.“We can do it!”
“We’re good enough!”
“My strength comes from the Lord…”
I think one of the most disturbing tendencies in my life is my desire to “fix” things. I want to feel like I have control of my life, like if I just do enough then everything will work out. So often I trust primarily in my strength, rather than in God’s power.
How much greater would my life be if, when faced with a problem, I spent less time worrying about it and more time focusing on things that I could do? What if I recognized that the power of the entire universe rests in the hands of God Almighty, and that my strength is insignificant?
May we each find our strength in the Lord.
and may He give you peace
Comfort, comfort my people,
says your God.
He tends his flock like a shepherd,
He gathers the lambs in his arms
and carries them close to his heart;
he gently leads those that have young.
The Lord is the everlasting God,
the creator of the ends of the earth.
He will not grow tired or weary
and his understanding no one can fathom.
He gives strength to the weary,
and increases the power of the weak.
Though the fig tree does not bud
and there are no grapes on the vines,
though the olive crop fails
and the fields produce no food,
though there are no sheep in the pen
and no cattle in the stalls,
yet I will rejoice in the Lord,
I will be joyful in God my savior.
The sovreign Lord is my strength
he makes my feet like the feet of the deer
he enables me to go on the heights.
May the Lord bless you.
May he keep you.
May he make his face to shine on you,
And may he give you peace.
my journey – part 33
“But the Lord provided…”
Of course, that was only back then.
Back when God still did things.
When he talked to people
and healed the sick
and fed the hungry
and calmed the distressed
and touched the hearts of men.Long, long ago.
A time out of mind, for some.
But the Lord provides.
The Lord provides.
It’s hard to remember sometimes that God provides. It’s hard to remember that He looks down at us and knows what we need. It’s hard sometimes to think that he cares.
I take comfort in the provision of a God who not only looks down from heaven, but walks alongside my path. As I look to the past, I see the wonders the Lord has performed again and again in my life, rescuing me from myself as well as my enemies. As I look to the future, I look with hope, renewed daily by manna from the Hand of God.
i’ll fly away
what is faith?
i know that my posting links to jeff keese’s articles is probably getting old. they’re just too darn good though.
his latest offering is here
so what is faith? honestly, i don’t know if i can pin it down just yet. i know it’s not just something that resides in my intellect and i know it’s not an emotional response. maybe faith sits somewhere in between my mind and my heart. when my knowledge of God and His ways fails me, i have to rely on my feelings for Him and His for me. when my emotions betray be, i have the knowledge of His promises to break my fall. i may not be able to define my faith yet, but at least i’m on a journey of faith. and most often, journeys teach us things that destinations never could.
ask yourself, “what is my faith all about?” if you don’t come up with a clear answer, don’t get frustrated, just keep thinking.
hollow men, stuffed men
We sit in worship,
hollow men,
stuffed men.
Shape without form,
Gesture without motion,
our substance stolen silently
long ago.
Without meaning
knowing not
why we come or where we go or what we do
our rote repetition rambles on –
quiet and meaningless –
soothing fingers on temples
therapy to addicts of form and structure.
Why is our force paralyzed?
Where has our strength gone?
Burn empty straw!
Raise voices no longer dry!
Whisper together no longer!
Return to the old paths –
not empty paths of institutionalism,
but the rocky paths of Galilee,
in the footsteps of the Savior.
