May 2013
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There should be less talk; a preaching point is not a meeting point. What do you do then? Take a broom and clean someone’s house. That says enough.
. ― Mother Teresa
Being unwanted, unloved, uncared for, forgotten by everybody, I think that is a much greater hunger, a much greater poverty than the person who has nothing to eat.
. ― Mother Teresa
Praying for the folks in Moore, Oklahoma…
gathering days...two hundred ninety.
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Just spent a couple hours in the emergency shelter. What they call a ‘catastrophic size’ tornado was on the ground near the airport. When you’re watching this on the news it doesn’t help that the anchor is clearly nervous.
It doesn’t help when he leaves the screen and you just see the radar going back and forth.
People respond differently in a shelter....
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We know only too well that what we are doing is nothing more than a drop in the ocean.
But if the drop were not there, the ocean would be missing something.
~ Mother Teresa
Another morning and I wake with thirst for the goodness I do not have.
I walk out to the pond and all the way God has given us such beautiful lessons.
Oh Lord, I was never a quick scholar but sulked and hunched over my books past the hour and the bell; grant me, in your mercy, a little more time. Love for the earth and love for you are having such a long conversation in my heart.
Who knows...
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gathering days...two hundred eighty nine.
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I watched with dismay as two people danced around each other this week, posturing and fighting for place. It wasn’t pretty.
There are things that shrink the soul, leaving it walnut-sized. Things like not hearing, no compromise, needing always to be right. Other things like jealousy and pride come disguised as wisdom and have their say…in a small-souled way.
And there are things...
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gathering days...two hundred eighty eight.
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They lay sprawled on the carpet like puppies, waiting for the final night of Homework Club to begin. Their leader was moving away, they were sad, so they were plotting…
‘Let’s jump ‘em, he’ll like that.’
Heads nodded agreement then, Or we could throw cups or water on him!
‘Yeah!’ they all yelled.
I know, said one boy, We could all line up and...
gathering days...two hundred eighty seven.
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The earth laughs in flowers…
I love that quote and have always thought it the artistry of E.E.Cummings.
I was surprised, therefore, to get a little note telling me the author is actually Ralph Waldo Emerson, from his poem Hamatreya. Truly? Truly.
It came to me, once again, that I don’t like being wrong. But I like learning even more, which is good as I’m not right as...
