Cross
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Invisible Instincts?
our instincts can be blinded by visibility? I am the Aftermath* of zillion family types we never saw; the map of them is in me. We acquire our Environment’s smiles, streets: these we inherit / disinherit, this is what we instinctively fear, or dance with. We hold what makes us feel less vulnerable. In pursuit Continue reading
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Listen closer to the Cross
D’you hear It’s Whisper ? Continue reading
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“Redemption”
Oil says it better than my fingers, Grace says it best: flowing like blood, in the vein of us- humanity. The Oil of Grace. Not my favorite theme to paint, for Its demand on mood and line, but this time It called me, “…into participation & companionship with His Son Christ Jesus our Lord.”(1Cor1:9). Everyday Continue reading
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Pray for Afghanistan
What you will see here are Photographs I just found @Unsplash by two Afghan Adventure Photographers, unsure if safe to publish names. Wherever you are, we pray for your safety. Thank you for these stilling Captures ..that we be healed by the wounds of the Cross; & that the Blood of Jesus shed for all, Continue reading
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Accountability
Holding hands together, palms warm with praying, the way children do- urgent, necessary quick, like they truly believe. Chocolates are needed now, or Pa needs his leg repaired, or a bicycle needs a new bell. Or it shouldn’t rain at noon today, or we need a puppy. Now. A child persists, he believes, he sees Continue reading
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This Good Friday
Yep, did it. A tribute I always wanted to offer to the One & only Yeshuva! Wasn’t easy doing “Via Dolarosa” but for a still moment, I felt me standing there on that deadly route, watching as the gory trek uphill happened….. for you, for me: this One who would do all that for a Continue reading
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Pray in the Stars
Something that began in a dawn: …before the day lends you her voice, sing in the silent beams of dawn, lean yourself on the face of light as it breaks the dark, oh burrow your heart in true Light’s ceaseless pressure, shifting shade, pulsing throbbing warming cold cold night. Pray in His heart, yeah the Continue reading
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A palmful of summer rain
Gojay dreamed of a well by the acre of hardened land his father had inherited from his father; a well with water in it. That monsoon after the last rain cloud was blown away, he dug little shallows in his fathers ungiving field, but there was no water. That summer and the next. One weekend Continue reading
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What the Cross means to me
And I’d thought this Cross was a symbol of suffering: but It is more. It’s a coat hanger for my soul…. but more, more! Now and then, I’m shredded by life. Now and then dragged into chasms alone… so I thought. So we think, we humans. We are suicidal, sick, disabled, dependent on human resource; Continue reading
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Step through Locked doors
May we seek and find Him more today, than ever before. May we touch His Wounds and never doubt again. May He step through our walls, our locked doors; may we experience His Passion in new ways, in our roads to ‘Emmaus‘; oh that same power that raised Jesus the Christ from the dead, be Continue reading
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For you, this April
Inspired by the beautiful LADYSAG77#Momentsofjoy, & every one of you who inspires me to write everyday. May you be strong, and breathe and need little else but wealth of soul~ be persuaded that you are loved by the Father ~ no matter what. May you, may I never stop, nor stoop to believe we were Continue reading
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Courtesy of the Cross
I haven’t understood this – as much as I have during this past year: I’ve bitten into Its wood, Its Bleed. Its brutal honesty. How do I identify with It’s utter ‘Insanity‘.. Why did the Christ do what He did, how does It help Humans? When you break thresholds of pain, there is no pretence: Continue reading
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Gratitude 2019
It gathers me, these Leaves of days in a year of prayers that changed even me, Abba Father, thankyou. Continue reading
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When Healing comes
When Healing came It Bled. It Crossed boundaries. It broke Itself like Bread and poured Itself out like Water. All of a sudden there were too many visuals now, too many verbs and adjectives. This had been a desert, no oasis. Now, a Garden. A Garden with no room except a crude stable and hay.… Continue reading
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The Cross and the Cradle
Christmas will never go away, because of the Cross Continue reading
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True Love
I found you here,waiting in the little alley behind heartbreak. His little tender face not so tender in some chaotic moments, and me… Continue reading
