This was one of my lectionary readings last week, and it is a provocative one. If we can't desire (and enjoy) even the good things of this world, why the heck are we here?
Do not love the world or the things in the world. The love of the Father is not in those who love the world; for all that is in the world — the desire of the flesh, the desire of the eyes, the pride in riches — comes not from the Father but from the world. And the world and its desire are passing away, but those who do the will of God live for ever. I John 2: 15-17
A Sparrow in the Garden of Grace
Monday, May 1, 2017
Monday, April 17, 2017
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Friday, April 7, 2017
Today, I read again Jeremiah's Letter to the Exiles in Babylon (Jer. 29: 1-14). In my NRSV Bible, verse 7 is underlined: But seek the welfare of the city where I have sent you into exile, and pray to the LORD on its behalf, for in its welfare, you will find your welfare.
Thursday, April 6, 2017
Nancy's blue eyes looked kindly at me as we chatted over our brown bag lunches during our PW CT meeting at the El Divino Salvador Presbyterian Church (Church of the Divine Savior) in Los Angeles, August 11, 2014. I learned that Nancy had been a registered nurse, and had recently lost her husband after caring for him. I've forgotten all the details of our sharing but I still remember admiring her courage. Nancy was one of the first Presbyterian woman who caught my attention when I started attending the Gatherings of the PW in my Presbytery. I was very new to PW but I did what I'd tried to do since God had brought me back to the church: I would buy two tickets for Gatherings and God would faithfully send a friend, sometimes new, sometimes someone I already knew to join us. Nancy handled registrations and it was to her that I'd mail my check or pay cash at the CT meetings. Once, however, the friend never materialized. And so as I registered, I mentioned it. Immediately, Nancy returned me the money for the friend's registration. I was floored as I'd never seen anything like it. I was a leader in my church's Women's Ministries which had a firm policy (hotly contested prior to every event we organized!!!): No refunds. Period. God knew I needed to see quiet women of faith with deep courage and compassion. He gave me Nancy.