Our family tradition includes a devotional gathering before the Thanksgiving Feast. This year that gathering will happen via Zoom. One blessing of this digital connection is that the oldest grandchild, Kasey, will be able to join us—wherever she happens to be. Kasey is a mental health officer in the US Army. She is on assignment with her unit, somewhere, assisting local medical resources overwhelmed by the current health crisis.
There are unfolding happenings in our world; damage that has happened (fiery California), is happening now (pandemic), and will happen in the future (population die off from famine), that you cannot possibly prepare for if you are deathly afraid of death. We must build spiritual resilience and learn to grieve.
Command; “Be prepared.” This can be an easy order to obey or it can be neigh on to impossible.
Is it possible for us to adopt and adapt to a new vision of wealth and create with our lives a new story and a new community of mutual care motivated by Just Love?
Looking Reality in the face can be a bummer! What a drag it can be to come eye-ball to eye-ball with the way things really are, especially when you’ve bet your life on the way things really aren’t! And, you didn’t even know about the bet!
The “insignificant” ones are becoming more and more difficult to unearth. They have long been buried amidst the accumulating rubble of civilization; and it has been going on for 10,000 years. We continue to bury them, each and every time that they stand in the way of civilization’s progress; whenever there is gold in them there hills; whenever trees are needed as a cash crop; whenever land can be stripped of beauty and health for the purposes of wealth.
The myth: There is something fundamentally flawed about human beings. The bottom line is that there is something irreparably broken about you. There is something wrong with me too, that cannot be fixed. Humanity is damaged goods. It has been that way from the beginning…
In recent days, many thoughts—some are hopefully inspirations—have passed through me without being shared. So, the commitment to write a weekly column for this new website, does not seem like a stretch of any kind. In fact, the difficulty I am aware of is that these pieces need to be short, like an inch or so compared to the yard-long sermon and the million-mile book.
“I will be with you. Do not worry.” There is no way, this side of heaven, to live a worry-free life or to find peace of mind or to feel secure, outside of a maturing spiritual life.
