The People that walked in darkness have seen a great light; upon them that live in the shadow of the valley of death, upon them has the light shone . . .
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So, we're past 'frost on the pumpkins' and moving right on to snow on the apples. I hate it when autumn's splendour goes, though I love (in another overall sense) the passing of the Seasons.
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Winter has its unique beauty. We try to capture its essence in picture, poem and song but it must be experienced to be appreciated – and respected.
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The cold of winter comes to us and each year we are shocked just a little.
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We all want justice, but few of us want to be judged.
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Followers of Jesus have the potential of - through prayer, pulling into the created world and order of things, an even greater Real - of the fullness of Life in what Jesus called God's Kingdom.
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I Love This Time of Year !!!I love the colours of Autumn; I hate the fact that they fall and disappear. I can get depressed in November, when the colour's gone and it's not yet Christmas.
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Now here’s a thought: - God’s Presence in our lives can be known, appreciated and responded to, as we pay attention to all the various ways God speaks and shows God’s-Self to us, in our every day.
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I have visited various places in the world, and accumulated thousands of photographs and movies.
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Just to be present feels like we’re not accomplishing anything at all. Think of a Funeral Home visitation with the bereaved who've lost a loved one who's life too you've known and shared.
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We know that there are certain realities in being missionaries.
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Loren Mead wrote In his book, The Once and Future Church: Reinventing the Congregation for a New Mission Frontier - "The dilemma of the church in this transitional time is that the s
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Sometimes the ‘lights along the shore’ are not lighthouses, per se, but places of quiet and refuge where one simply takes time to watch the setting sun and linger into the dark, comforted with the
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Relationships take time. Experience on experience, Days to months to years.
Investing, spending, building, growing, Some relationships become primary. Perhaps we’re not looking.
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I've always admired the inspired life of pastor, teacher, author of 35 books and of the Bible-paraphrase: 'The Message' - Eugene Peterson.
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Theologian Paul Tillich said that listening is the highest form of love.
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We must be careful in our love/or hate of the Church (a lover's quarrel?) and see to it that we love the brothers and sisters, whatever may be their faults - and not take on the task of accusing th
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O Trinity of Love,
you have been with us at the world’s beginning;
be with us till the world’s end.
You have been with us at our life’s shaping;
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Christians believe that Jesus Christ was and is the fullest expression that we can know of God. If you want to know what God is like, look at Jesus.
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"Since I am coming to that holy room,
Where, with thy choir of saints for evermore,
I shall be thy music; as I come
I tune the instrument here at the door,
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I love all of the Seasons, but I'm never all that thrilled to see Summer go. With my Raynaud's Phenomenon, much of my outside Winter activities are limited.
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The moments, days and years go by quickly. - All too quickly it often seems.
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Emerson Fosdick said often that his primary task was not as a preacher...he did not see himself as a preacher but as a counsellor. And he said, through all of his experience he discovered that men
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'Faith' - writes author Frederick Buechner, 'is the direction your feet start walking, when you know you are loved.'
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The words to the hymn ‘Abide With Me' were written by Henry Francis Lyte in 1847. But the tune he wrote was difficult to sing and never seemed quite right for the words. Some years later, a gifte
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Really, fear is selfishness. We are concerned too much about what others think of us – how am I doing? Will I fit in? Will they laugh at me? Will others see my failure and take pleasure in it?
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The Holy One never sleeps. His mercies are refreshed each day.
Each and every morning, by sheer grace we rise to face the day.
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My mother played the organ in our little chapel-like church in Freeman, Ontario (now Burlington). It was a Hammond Spinet model with many stops but only half a pedal-board.
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“Our goal should be to live life in radical amazement. ....get up in the morning and look at the world in a way that takes nothing for granted.
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