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SABBATH THOUGHTS ON BEING READY
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SLOW AND STEADY
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THE SWELLS, THE STORM, THE SABBATH
Do You Need To Change Some of Your Yeses?
Pastor Wrinkles Quips & Quotes 11-15-15
Hey there folks! Here is a new challenge for all my Sunday readers. Every Sunday I will post one quip or quote that struck me during the week. You can join along in the quipping and quoting. Here is what to do.
Publish a post of your own, using one quip or quote that grabbed you during the week. You can add a picture to it if you like or even photograph the quote from it’s source.
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You can include the Pastor Wrinkle’s Q& Q photo in your post if you think my mug worthy of your blog.
“The opposite of a slave is not a free man. It’s a worshiper. The one who is most free is the one who turns the work of his hand into sacrament, into offering.” Mark, Buchanan, The Rest Of God
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Learning To Sabbath Pt. 1
Anyone who knows me knows I do not spend a whole lot of time resting. Driven is a word used by parishoners from time to time.
Sometimes I think I am too busy but mostly I just consider myself as an aggressive pursuer of the harvest.
I also think that most of the things I am doing are in line with what God desires of me.
That said, I was asked by my District Pastor to read a book recently. The title of that book is, The Rest of God, by Mark Buchanan. It has me thinking a lot about a Sabbath mentality and how that may be lacking in my life.
Here is one of the first thoughts I meditated on as I began to read.
“Without a healthy theology of labor, we’ll have an impoverished theology of rest. We’ll find that both are hectic, sporadic chaotic. We’ll find no joy in either.” Buchanan p.18
Let me ask you…How does a person’s mindset about work affect their mindset about rest?
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A Season Of Rest
It’s the sound of water
Lapping at the dock
As my daughter dangles
Her feet in the midnight blue
Of a summer lake.
Walden Pond
It’s a walk around the block
With my little dogs
And a grey rock
Steeple reaching for the blue heavens
On an autumn day.
Kylemore Abbey
As the moon sings
Her cyclic songs
Over all the world
I forget if only for now
That the world is loud.
It’s the swish of shovels.
Snow piled high,
Plows hold the world hostage.
And I am in
A season of rest.
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Caddo’s Seven Word Sunday : 11-30-14
LEARNING TO REST’S HARDER THAN IT LOOKS
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Skywatch Friday 5-16-14
“Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer’s day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time.”
― John Lubbock, The Use Of Life
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