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A man cries. Young man in depression sitting on the floor holding hands. The guy hides his face with his hands. Headache. To hide the tears. fatigue, weariness, tiredness, lassitude, exhaustion

Turn to Lament

Oh, that you would rend the heavens and come down,that the mountains would tremble before you!As when fire sets twigs ablazeand causes water to boil,come down to make your name known to your enemiesand cause the nations to quake before you!For when you did awesome things that we did not expect,you came down, and the mountains trembled before you.Isaiah 64: 1-3There were more shootings this week…more lives lost to the violence of white supremacy…more people killed over politics. There were more political promises,…

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The Same

Jesus Christ is the same yesterday and today and forever. Hebrews 13:8 One of Merriam-Webster’s definitions of “the same” is “someone or something that has not changed: something that is exactly like it was at an earlier time.” In the scripture above we are being reassured that Jesus Christ is the same yesterday (the past), today (the present), and forever (the future). How good to know that throughout our seasons and our struggles, He is our constant. He is firm. He is steadfast.…

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Swimming Lessons

Come gather’ round wherever you roam, and admit that the waters around you have grown, accept it that soon you’ll be drenched to the bone. And if your breath to you is worth saving then you better start swimming, or you’ll sink like a stone, for the times, they are a changin’. Bob Dylan In 1963 Bob Dylan wrote these opening lines to a song which reflected the events which surrounded those of us who grew up in the 50’s and 60’s. To…

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The Smell of Love

How does this Easter smell to you? I am writing this as the smells from Easter dinner still fill my home, with leftover potatoes and ham, tart apples, and cool hard-boiled eggs of many colors. Outside the air seems to tempt me with whisps of spring’s freshness mingling with winter’s dry air, as some of the bitterbrush in my yard look dry and dead and others are beginning to show some green. How do you smell Easter’s gifts of new life, forgiveness, promises…

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