This morning I shared a story of a fire across the land of New England. It was a word the Lord gave me with regard to awakening or revival. A timing in and of the Lord, where hearts are changed and focused on Him. The place where His goodness overcomes that which has previously “opposed” or been oblivious of Him. Continue reading One By One In New England
The other morning I wrote about what makes our community viable, authentic and loving. I posted 4 points or traits. I realized that perhaps I needed to expound on them. Why? Because I think we get inundated with “bullet” points and tainted with language and its usage. The over use of words has dumbed down the meaning. It has reduced our understanding and caused us to be casual. Add in our potential for “been there done that” thinking that leads us to “next” and too often we miss the point. Continue reading You Are Welcome In This Place
This morning I made a conscious decision to not “jump out” of bed. I lay there and listened to the sounds. As I often do, I meditated on the sounds, smells and activity of heaven. I began to think what the atmosphere looked like. What it truly would look like were it to be appropriated to earth in its entirety. As I wandered about the place, my hearing became more sensitive and I could hear love. The tangible, precious sound of love was in the atmosphere. It was not voices or sounds like you might think, but the sounds of molecules and atoms expanding and touching. The release of each contact was a sound unlike anything imaginable. Continue reading An Atmosphere Of Love
I recently found out that some of my grandchildren had not been to see sap boiled in a New England sugar house. So, I made the decision to take them.
A friend has a sugar house and yesterday after checking with him, I found out what time they would begin boiling. Determining that, we headed out a short time later. As we went up the hill to the small farm, my mind flashed to times in my life where I had helped to gather sap, get it to the sugar house and spend way too many hours to develop what many call “liquid gold”. (I love the taste.) Continue reading Without The Shedding Of Blood…
I am not sure why people always seem to go “towards the lowest common denominator” when it comes to believing in someone. The Bible tells us to “believe the best”. Perhaps we need to put a delay in our thinking to process to avoid the knee jerk response that creates and causes us trouble. Continue reading Love Never Gives Up
Yesterday it was a gathering of my family. My five children and the grandchildren. It was the culmination of a great weekend. Family.
Folks often try to put labels on family. What it means? Where it goes? What it stands for? I think we can initially define it as a group of people connected by common bloodlines. Or relatives. Those in relationship. But as is the case in my family, a blended family is not unusual. Where children might have non-biological parents. (Or conversely, parents who have children “they were not directly involved with” biologically”.) Continue reading The Power Of His Love
This morning I awoke thinking of many things. Not to meditate on negatives or “what ifs” but to plumb the depth of my heart for love. Are people getting it? Is it there? Kind of a “how am I doing” exercise.
I lost an old friend yesterday. I received the call late last night from a friend who thought I would want to know. That was one of my thoughts this morning. Thoughts about my children and grandchildren. Thoughts about work. Continue reading What’s Love Got To Do With It? Everything!
As I went to write on something else, the words “are you going to San Francisco” rang in my head. And then I heard the lyrics, “If you’re going to San Francisco, Be sure to wear some flowers in your hair, If you’re going to San Francisco, You’re gonna meet some gentle people there.” The Mamas and The Papas sang that song in May of 1967. Continue reading If You’re Going To…
Last night I had the opportunity to participate in a fun time called “Guess who is coming to dinner”? A number of people chose to be the hosts. Other people agreed to be guests. The lady who thought about doing this put all the names of the guests in a hat. As she picked the people she assigned them to the next host on the list. Guests brought food and hosts had their homes ready. Amazing! So much fun. Continue reading Perfect Love In Imperfect People
In early 2009 I wrote this. Why recycle things? Because some times our revisit of history reveals things. At least it does for me. It may show me “son, this is not the first time I have talked to you about this.” Or it may show that things happened the way I or others saw it or perhaps they happened, not as we might have seen. Continue reading How Has Your Garden Grown?
