Category Archives: Lee Johndrow

Time To Stop The Religion Train

can we talkBefore the critics run after me over the use of the word religion, let me bring clarity to the word itself. First James talks about “pure religion” in James 1:27. “Religion that God our Father accepts as pure and faultless is this: to look after orphans and widows in their distress and to keep oneself from being polluted by the world.” So, with that said, I believe there is a religion that adds value.

When many of my friends talk about the religious or religion or religiosity we are describing the actions that bring business and not relationship. The following of rules without the knowledge of One who cares for them. Continue reading Time To Stop The Religion Train

Have I Not Believed

changeLike many, my wife and I have entered a different season. It is on many levels one where you question things. New seasons often trigger challenges, thoughts and reveal patterns of thought or new thinking entirely.

One of the questions I have asked my self is “have I not believed.” One topic is employment. In 20 years neither of us has really gone more than a week without something happening in the employment field. Believing for work has never been “hard” but seemed to cause challenges to fall to the wayside. Continue reading Have I Not Believed

Being A Hermit Takes Work

thanksgivingYou used to have to work hard to be a hermit.

When I was young I might be in the Adirondacks or the Green Mountains hiking and I would come across a “hermit” from time to time.  Living in Vermont, I developed friendship with one. He lived off an old dirt path on a road called “Joy Brook Basin”. (Is your alone time making you more joyful?) He did not come into town but a few times a year. He preferred his mountain top living over people. Over the years I have run into a few. Continue reading Being A Hermit Takes Work

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What will you write today?
What will you write today?

The words appeared as I was trying to work.  “Briefly unavailable for scheduled maintenance. Check back in a minute.” Clearly their idea of a minute is different than mine. After 11 minutes I realized they are on “daylight wasting time.”

From a dream last night.

I looked at the web page control panel (Something I feel I have been doing a lot lately!) and stared. The options were amazing. Unlike a standard web system where I could control color, font styles, images and such, this one was so much different.

Each panel had options for the “day”. You could choose everything for the environment from weather, location, encounters and outside or inside. You had options on other panel to choose moods, type of interactions and opportunities. The lists were full and amazing. Like an actual control panel, you could leave things open ended or you could get very definitive. You could “trust” in the system or you could become creative and let the uniqueness and personal expression come forth. Continue reading Briefly unavailable for scheduled maintenance. Check back in a minute.

Spit Out The Bones

BARROCK1I do not know about you, but as one who has eaten just about everything under the sun (Though my friends will tell you I am not the sweet potato fan.) running into bones is often the least of your worries. But working through foods, eating the meat and spitting out bones is challenging to say the least. I remember one time a meal was prepared for us. The Indian family had taken their last chicken and chopped it up from stem to stern. Everything. You name it, it was in there. (One of my friends crunched down on what he thought was bone, but felt like glass. Welcome to cooked eyeballs.) Harder yet is the fact I come from an “eat it all” (Or no dessert!) generation. Honor does say I will eat sweet potatoes. Continue reading Spit Out The Bones

Narrative Of A Revival of Religion 1834

Many years ago I lived in the community of Springfield. It was a fluke that triggered me to find this. The booklet was found and allowed to be copied by the library staff and faithfully transcribed by my wife , Tina.

A Narrative Of A Revival of Religion,
In
Springfield, Vermont

Continue reading Narrative Of A Revival of Religion 1834

A Dog With Two Bones- A Tale Of Choice

A Word To Hear
A Word To Hear

In one of my dreams a person had multiple choices before them and the words, “Caesar, Caesar” were being shouted out to them. Upon awakening, I came to the conclusion that the words were really “seize her” pointing out the answer to a choice.

When I was young I was told the story of a dog with two bones. In a nutshell it comes down to choices. The dog could not decide on which bone to choose, so it chooses none and does not eat. Too often in life we have a choice. Continue reading A Dog With Two Bones- A Tale Of Choice

A Narrative Of A Revival of Religion 1834

Many years ago I lived in the community of Springfield. It was a fluke that triggered me to find this. The booklet was found and allowed to be copied by the library staff and faithfully transcribed by my wife , Tina

A Narrative Of A Revival of Religion,
In
Springfield, Vermont

 

Daniel O. Morton
Pastor of the Congregational Church in Springfield, VT.
Springfield, December 20, 1834 Continue reading A Narrative Of A Revival of Religion 1834


The Skittish Are Coming! The Skittish Are Coming!

The Flames Of Revival
The Flames Of Revival

They Are On Their Way

The Skittish Are Coming! The Skittish Are Coming!

As Paul Revere rode on the Midnight Ride to warn people of the coming British, despite popular folklore, he did not say the “The British Are Coming! The British Are Coming!” but in fact actually said, “The regulars are coming!” (Or perhaps the skittish.”) Continue reading The Skittish Are Coming! The Skittish Are Coming!

Seeing Ourselves Rightly

baptizedLast night I found myself in a contemporary temple. All the parts of the “Old Testament” temple were there. Laver, table, showbread and such. I felt an attraction to the laver and seeing myself and others as they looked into the waters.

Some of this is from the dream. Continue reading Seeing Ourselves Rightly