No More

She struggled to speak. She struggled to move. She struggled to struggle with her body which didn’t seem to want to obey her mind.   She was beautiful.   And she pressed forward into the line, waiting and praying for a chance to be healed.   I have not seen faith as such since my days in Africa. The line that formed at the altar, as oil poured out and the Holy Spirit moved with compassion for God’s people last Sunday.   In front of my eyes and the touch of a hand, ankles healed. Swelling stopped. Sinuses healed. Legs healed.…

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My Father

  When I get quiet and alone. When I lay on my face upon the floor. When the world comes knocking at the door, and I just can’t handle turning the handle, because I’m small and the world is not; I sit in the stillness. I get low to the ground.  I remember my father.   I speak out to him who holds me together, and who holds the world. And the peace always comes.   He is faithful and just. He is all peace and all knowing. He is hope and joy and grace and perfection itself. He is patient.…

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Teacher

Inevitably when you want to grow in your faith you will have to, as the Christian lingo goes, “press in.” Back when I was an atheist, I always wondered what that meant. Press in? Press in to what?   Friends would talk about moments of revelation or relationship; mysteries and secrets that were given to them in times when they were praying for understanding in areas of their lives.  As I was up this morning, reading through Job 36, I came across a strange little verse.   It got me to thinking about the nature of the Character of God (you know, an easy topic for 6 in the morning).…

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The Devil’s Q-Tips

I was sitting at my dining room table, like I had promised. During this season of fasting and preparing, I told the Lord I would get up extra early, before the normal needs of the day began, to get into the word and read my Bible. A simple promise, but one I knew would challenge and grow me.  So I set my alarm early enough to have time before I headed to work.  It all seemed well and good, and possible…   Until, I was sitting at the table, and had a thought.   As I was rubbing my eyes with my hands, trying to get myself awake, I realized suddenly, absolutely, at that moment, it could not wait any longer, that I had to clean my ears.…

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Do Better

“I wouldn’t do that,” he said as I held two jackets against her neck while she lay there in the middle of the aisle. “You’re going to get sued,” he continued.   He had on a light blue shirt, with a cross and scripture. His hair was grey and wiry, and he wore small glasses that floated over a grimaced expression.   I tried to ignore him, focusing on keeping the woman’s neck braced until the paramedics arrived.  He continued on with his negative banter. It wasn’t until he said “If she’s bleeding, you’re going to get AIDS,” that I finally had to say something.…

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