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Snow falls gently
like little promises accumulating over the years,
piling into great mounds of failed commitment.
Too large to ignore,
it stands grim sentinel in the chill of resentment,
but it slowly melts away under the sunshine of mercy.

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One God—when no one else—sufficient.

One Love, created us, proficient.

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Jewels come in unexpected settings.
Take Corinth in ancient Greece: more rock than mineral.
Rocks piled into rude temples to designer gods.
Rocks hewn out with curved grooves where heads were laid so necks could be severed.
Rocks scattered down, a Roman highway to bring in refugees from across the world.
Rocks propped up for businesses—and in one of these three diamonds glowed.
These were not the jewels of vain display, but industrial diamonds, hard tools for work­­—three gems brought in from two other settings, shining with the pastel hue of otherworldly mystic Judaism and bright with the golden brocade of this-worldly Imperial Rome.

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Rainbows fume from
my body, but the green
water to nourish them

flows sporadically.
These hungry beams
of refracted light wait

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Blood and water flowed mingled 
     from his side

 

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Make me like Mary — Faithful
Believer in miracles, in the impossible.

Make me like Mary — Humble
Implant new Life in me by your Spirit.

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Two years ago, I made friends with a woman in another state via social media. We communicated through Facebook and Instagram, and sometimes on Twitter. She was thoughtful, caring, and generous. She wrote about her children, her family, and the ways God was working in her life. She has several kids, and always seemed to be laughing about the ups and downs of raising a big family. I admired her, was maybe even a little jealous of her overflowing life.

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One God with
Three Faces:
Yauh, Jesu,Great Spirit;

hear my prayer
for my daughter,

 

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God of ages has called me to the Second Mile,

To walk with my sisters through the Valley.

I pray for the strength and the good courage to continue the walk.

To be there in the darkness, to be there in the light,

The Second Mile is to be there.

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This year, I have noticed Mary more than usual. One of the things I’ve seen is a very strong person who bucks her culture to be what God calls her to be. That resistance has a hidden cost that the Bible doesn’t record directly. 

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