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the purpose of love is to create trust in good – Mary Baker Eddy

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What if this is as good as it gets?
What if THIS very day is the best life will be?
What if this is what you are called to?
What if this moment is your purpose?
What can you do to find the joy in this moment?
How can you be happy and satisfied right now?
What are the miracles that are happening for you as you read this?
What joy-filled moment is hanging in the air above your head,
ready to splash all over you?
What gifts are being offered, if you will just receive them,
allow them to tumble all around you?
Maybe, just maybe, these questions hold the true secrets of life.
Maybe, living life in joy-fullness right now –
not waiting for some dream to come true –
Not holding back till your illusion of happiness materializes.
But, right now, sitting in whatever circumstance you are in,
no matter if it includes
pleasure or pain,
birth or death,
sorrow or joy,
broken hearts or full.
What if, this very given moment,
you look around and begin
finding the avalanche of jewel-blessings
surrounding you NOW.
Maybe this is the best, and only, secret.
Don’t wait for happy.
Don’t postpone your celebration.
Don’t wait to dance.
Laugh hard until your belly hurts today.
Cry hard until the salt heals your hurts.
The goodness of life is available now,
as well as, every minute
of this day,
Then when this day is done,
and you have enjoyed it’s vast array of gifts,
do the same tomorrow.

AL 7/27/13

the truth of God’s grace is mindblowing

7Grace is love that seeks you out when you have nothing to give in return. Grace is love coming at you that has nothing to do with you. Grace is being loved when you are unlovable…. The cliché definition of grace is “unconditional love.” It is a true cliché, for it is a good description of the thing. Let’s go a little further, though. Grace is a love that has nothing to do with you, the beloved. It has everything and only to do with the lover. Grace is irrational in the sense that it has nothing to do with weights and measures. It has nothing to do with my intrinsic qualities or so-called “gifts” (whatever they may be). It reflects a decision on the part of the giver, the one who loves, in relation to the receiver, the one who is loved, that negates any qualifications the receiver may personally hold…. Grace is one-way love.
Grace doesn’t make demands. It just gives. And from our vantage point, it always gives to the wrong person. We see this over and over again in the Gospels: Jesus is always giving to the wrong people—prostitutes, tax collectors, half-breeds. The most extravagant sinners of Jesus’s day receive his most compassionate welcome. Grace is a divine vulgarity that stands caution on its head. It refuses to play it safe and lay it up. Grace is recklessly generous, uncomfortably promiscuous. It doesn’t use sticks, carrots, or time cards. It doesn’t keep score. As Robert Capon puts it, “Grace works without requiring anything on our part. It’s not expensive. It’s not even cheap. It’s free.” It refuses to be controlled by our innate sense of fairness, reciprocity, and evenhandedness. It defies logic. It has nothing to do with earning, merit, or deservedness. It is opposed to what is owed. It doesn’t expect a return on investments. It is a liberating contradiction between what we deserve and what we get. Grace is unconditional acceptance given to an undeserving person by an unobligated giver.
It is one-way love.                                                                    – Paul Zahl

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living in eternity

Time is too slow for those who wait, too swift for those who fear, too long for those who grieve, too short for those who rejoice, but for those who love, time is eternity.                                             –Henry Van Dyke

622c10c935e7c6684b300c7d39455951there is grace on ground like this
we can say that every step we take
of every day we live
Wherever we are is sacred ground
every bush we see burning with holy
every rock singing glory
every bird testament of abundance
every flower testament to extravagant love
every waterfall
every rainbow
and moonbow
and drop of the summer rain
shimmers with promise
rocks standing firm in the faith
glittering in sunshine
we are made of stars
held together with mud
breathing the very same breath as our creator
the anti matter of the universe swirls around our feet
life and death our greatest gifts
the space between can be our brilliantly colored heaven
or the darkest shades of hell
we choose our path with every decision
free will is our constant companion
choices are most important
we keep rising from the ashes of our choices
better or bitter
we become the words we speak
wake up and guard them well
how well and often we give thanks
determines our joy
until we cross the portal
into the next adventurous chapter

al 7/16/13

only forgiveness breaks the law of karma – Raimundo Panikkar

The historic story of Christ, the outside story of Christ, suddenly emerges as the inside story of yourself – and it is this inner story, this inner parallel, that really makes the Bible inspired, so that your condition becomes the living word of God.
– George MacLeod
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One of my very favorite quotes is by Maya Angelou, Do the best you can until you know better. When you know better, do better. This is the gospel in us. We are called to allow God to work in us, to be open and learn…continually. Truth is a moving and living word within us to allow us to become more as we grow in relationship with love. We will never be ‘perfect’ in this life. We will never get to retire from this life’s calling. This is the amazing part of amazing grace. It never leaves us a lone to figure it out on our own. Love continues…always…and causes us to do something remarkable…to move from obedience to surrender and every day to fall deeper and deeper in love.

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Thirsty?

 

joy comes

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time with Anni

bubbles
round rainbows
of temporal soap
surprise showers
bursting
lighter than rain
on lips and eyes
laughter
floating in and around
orbs of shiny gladness
metallic beauty
streaking through the air
rising and falling
dispensing
with formality
as we all chase them
sheer delight
written on faces
where the soft
pop
has just taken
it’s new form
and we have all
become children
once again

AL 5/1/13

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movies at the beach

cinema of clouds
moving across the sun
I search for words to describe
this glory
indescribably beautiful
breathtaking
movement
colors deep to light
like a huge floating kaleidoscope
pinks
yellows
blues
greens
melting into each other
dark and light shades
turning back to shades of
whites and grays
movement as sun
circle of light
changing every instant
from a shadowy ball
to a blinding blaze of glory
the clouds thick, thin, open
separate then reach thin strands,
arms
melting like lovers into each other
the blue sky like pie crust
around the edges of
the most beautiful meringue
piled on a pie
made by Willy Wonka
strawberry
lemon
blueberry
lime
ever changing
from one second to the next
I lay in this world that is God
open my heart
breathe in mystery
watch in wonder
at this show that feels
like it’s just for me
I am the Beloved Song of Christ
I am so in awe of this majesty

a single purple winged gull
flies side to side
right above me to the left
so breathtakingly graceful
making the kites being flown
a ways down the beach
look cheap and awkward

the waves come and make
tiny waterfalls
right off shore
rolling up on the beach
a lullaby of magical proportions
hypnotizing me in loves embrace
It is my gift
It is my church
It is my soul food
It is intimacy with my creator

I replay it now
head on my pillow
trying to
find words to match my experience
I read back my description
maybe it seems beautiful to you
but I know I have failed
there are just no words to convey
the extravagant
exquisite
nature of God
the richness of his glory
the vast array of Yahweh
I give up in gratitude
just let my heart speak
in words of angels
I can’t even understand
but know they are understood

AL 4/14/13

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intentions and trust

Today I want to greet joy
Without a trace of suspicion
I want to open my eyes to the light
Without a blink of dread
I want to look at my past
Without a whisper of shame
I want to look at my future
Without a hint of fear
Today I want to dance
Without pausing to think
I want to belly laugh
Without caring who hears
I want to open my arms
and twirl in the sun
Until I fall breathless
free to be myself
full of the joy
that I open to allow
completely letting go
Without even a smudge of suspicion
or a wink of hesitation
That’s my intention
It’s what I want

AL 3/4/13

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The Ascent

1Grab hold,
and take this hand that
reaches out to you.

Look up
into my eye;
my spirit
cries out to you:

Friendship is my thought.

Let us climb the jagged cliff of life
and fight the ascent of Opposition together,

if I can lift you today,
you will look back
and grab the hands of a thousand more.

– Howard Rainer,

joy is from God

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Who says God has to be so serious all the time? That God can’t have some fun, go on a lark, crack a good one? Who says God can’t evolve a platypus instead of a woodchuck, or a flightless bird just as a joke? Or give you a gorgeous sunset just to see the expression on your face? Or invent laughter? Or remove a tumor without a trace just for the heck of it? Who says God’s passion is reasonable and not unrestrained celebration?

Jesus’ first miracle was a party trick. Pure fun. Wine from water. And really good stuff, too. And at a wedding, no less. It’s a parable of covenant faithfulness, and love, and an ironic reverse-foreshadowing of the Last Supper. It’s a parable of abundance and beauty and mystery and needless splendor. It’s about life, and about blessing, and about joy—way too much and too good, way more and better than we need. Ridiculous. Over the top.

God’s love isn’t sensible. It’s flagrant, overzealous, overgenerous, prodigal, out of bounds. It’s dancing on the table. Dancing in the streets. Dancing on our own graves. God’s will, decreed from the mighty throne on high, surrounded by dark clouds and glowering angels, is the joy of life—unexpected blessing, deep joy, wild delight, wine at a wedding—your wedding to God—the best wine imaginable. Just for fun. Why not?

Raise a glass! Drink deep.

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
http://www.unfoldinglight.net

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