Oriented to Grace
Taking advantage of a quiet Saturday morning, I grabbed my Bible and journal and headed to our back deck. Underneath our open umbrella, I sat at the table, exhaled, and thanked God for a sanctuary of peace. Honestly, I was a bit "peopled out" from a week of customer service and found myself drinking in the stillness.
Throughout the week, . . .
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Time at the Table
Friday night is "date night" with my wife, Pam. We made that commitment in 2016 when our job situation was beginning to create a marital "ships-that-pass-in-the-night" scenario and we needed intentional time to catch up, to reflect, and to talk about things that were significant to our faith journey.
Four and a half years later when I . . .
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Recognized
When I got my first iPhone with beta facial recognition, I remember asking the sales associate whether I would need to remove my glasses when setting it up. (Remember when you actually went to a store to purchase a phone?) He graciously smiled and eagerly answered, "Oh no. You don't have to remove your glasses. It recognizes you even when you . . .
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Table Talk
My dad was an avid gardener, and my mom was a wonderful cook. With six children, our dinner times meant family packed around a large, wooden trestle table and a vast spread of food. Vegetables were plentiful, along with meat, potatoes, and bread. Friday nights were fish sticks and Saturday always meant homemade pizza using sauce from tomatoes . . .
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Scored Bread
Most every Sunday at my church, I sit at the keyboard in the choir loft. When Communion is served, I am privileged to have a direct line of sight to the Table and can easily see the elements as they are consecrated by our pastor.
One particular Sunday, when the Celebrant lifted the homemade loaf and began to break it, the bread stretched, . . .
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Unlearning
Almost a month ago, we bought a "real" kitchen trashcan: The 13-gallon, stainless steel, foot pedal, removable insert kind. It is shiny, sleek, and has significantly more capacity than our previous receptacle.
Our former kitchen trashcan was actually a rescue: a salvaged base of a paper shredder that bit the dust years ago. And although . . .
In Process...
A few months ago, I woke up in the middle of the night. Feeling particularly alert, I rolled over onto my back, folded my hands across my stomach, and just listened. In the beauty of that peaceful, dark stillness, the Lord gently said, "Son, you have settled."
As an internal processor, suddenly feeling vulnerable, it's incredible to me . . .
