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Food and Drink that Nourishes and Delights!

Mathew 5: 6, in The Message “You’re blessed when you’ve worked up a good appetite for God; he’s food and drink in the best meal you’ll ever eat.”


God has filled the world with all manner of delights.

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peonies in Pike Market, Seattle

“God has filled the world with all manner of delights.” – author unknown    peonies in Pike Market, Seattle


God has filled the world with all manner of delights.

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peonies in Pike Market, Seattle

“God has filled the world with all manner of delights.” – author unknown    peonies in Pike Market, Seattle


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Dried Fish in the Market, with the Fly Whisk

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The Paradox of Hedonism

“Happiness is like a cat; if you try to coax it or call it, it will avoid you; it will never come. But if you pay no attention to it and go about your business, you’ll find it rubbing against your legs and jumping into your lap.” – William BennetIMG_3457


The Joy of the Lord

“The choir sings; on a mauve wall Rembrandt’s Christ breaks the bread, Communion, and the words of Teresa of Avila play in my head, a beckoning refrain;

Just these two words He spoke,

changed my life,

‘ENJOY ME’.

What a burden I thought I was to carry!

(A cross, as did HE).

LOVE once said to me, ‘I know a song,

Would you like to hear it?’

And laughter came from every brick in the street

and from every pore in the sky,

After a night of prayer, HE

changed my life when

HE sang,

‘Enjoy ME’.

That’s His song!  ‘I rejoice in you. Come rejoice in ME.’  The song that plays the world awake,  the song that fuels joy;  “Enjoy ME! Enjoy ME!”

Is there a greater way to love the Giver than to delight wildly in His gifts?”

pp. 218, 219 from “One Thousand Gifts” by Ann Voskamp


Unplugging

IMG_7792“On my last birthday, a colleague sent me an e-mail birthday wish, but he never made it the ten steps between our two office doors.  I am as guilty as the next guy when it comes to convenience but, somehow, this sort of “interaction” feels a bit sinister to me.  Have I, in fact, left the world of interpersonal communication and entered that brave new fragmented world of technospeak?

The more I think about this, the more I wonder if Richard Mouw isn’t right when he suggests there is no “inter” to the Net.  The galaxy of information the World Wide Web has offered me has fragmented my world and relationships, and has left me alone.” – p. 86, Spiritual Disciplines Handbook-Practices that Transform Us, Adele Ahlberg Calhoun, Inter varsity Press.


What happened in Cameroun when I was eleven…

img_0217It was a long school vacation time.  Our next-door-neighbor family was going away to the seashore for two weeks of yearly holiday.  The mom came up to me and asked me if I would like to earn a little pocket money daily feeding and also daily walking, on the end of his chain, their pet “baby” gorilla.

I happily said “yes” and received my instructions for my new responsibilities with conscientious attention. The particular “baby” gorilla in question was much loved by all the kids and teenagers, lived in a large chicken-wire cage/home in the neighbor family’s back yard, and had a general reputation for being tame. I was a fanatical animal lover, had several pets of my own, though none as exotic as a gorilla, and I thought I already had a great relationship with this tame gorilla.

Well!  From the very first morning, the gorilla, who had been quietly growing from babyhood, and now was eight months old, (I wonder how old that would equivocate in people years?) demonstrated a HUGE mind of his own and, instead of walking pleasantly around the grassy yards on the end of his long metal chain, would PLANT himself in the grass and start getting mad at me, working himself up into a rage, then CHARGING me down the length of the chain, wrapping himself around my bony bare shins, and biting on my legs!

Maybe he was missing his family?  Probably.  Not that used to me, I guess. A few mornings of that and, I’m afraid poor Baby Gorilla didn’t get taken out each day for the rest of the two weeks!  He got fed super well though.


Two Kids and a Crawdad

A Poem.

Two Kids and a Crawdad

by NinadesusOjos

 

Sun-shot shadows of skitter bugs, on moving amber water,

Our pant knees rolled, our cold wet hands touch

as we pry that biggest rock,

sharing expectancy.

We turn the rock. Mud spurts up

and scooting over our toes, he glides

beneath another rock.

We scream, step back and trip with icy splash,

becoming, briefly, part of

pebbled sunshine, mud,

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Keller Quotes

Another Tim Keller quote. For my own day.

“So, we should not expect to be able to grasp all God’s purposes, but through the cross and gospel of Jesus Christ, we can know his love. And that is what we need most.” – Tim Keller, Walking with God through Pain and Suffering, %67 on KindleIMG_6593