<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6838850232483996312</id><updated>2011-12-10T07:48:21.482-06:00</updated><category term='Pictures'/><title type='text'>Rory's Rambles</title><subtitle type='html'>Periodic Ramblings..nothing fancy...not too deep...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Rory</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FyXp-cqqB8w/SOrWq_7ZSZI/AAAAAAAAARE/v3WhkOkC_yM/S220/IMG_4390.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>509</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6838850232483996312.post-7189384025665775437</id><published>2011-11-11T07:32:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T07:34:28.333-06:00</updated><title type='text'>When Advent Comes</title><content type='html'>I will revisit these words and listen for the Advent terms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope&lt;br /&gt;By Seamus Heaney &lt;br /&gt;Human beings suffer,&lt;br /&gt;they torture one another,&lt;br /&gt;they get hurt and get hard.&lt;br /&gt;No poem or play or song&lt;br /&gt;can fully right a wrong&lt;br /&gt;inflicted or endured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The innocent in gaols&lt;br /&gt;beat on their bars together.&lt;br /&gt;A hunger-striker's father&lt;br /&gt;stands in the graveyard dumb.&lt;br /&gt;The police widow in veils&lt;br /&gt;faints at the funeral home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History says, Don't hope&lt;br /&gt;on this side of the grave.&lt;br /&gt;But then, once in a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;the longed for tidal wave&lt;br /&gt;of justice can rise up&lt;br /&gt;and hope and history rhyme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hope for a great sea-change&lt;br /&gt;on the far side of revenge.&lt;br /&gt;Believe that a further shore&lt;br /&gt;is reachable from here.&lt;br /&gt;Believe in miracles&lt;br /&gt;and cures and healing wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call the miracle self-healing:&lt;br /&gt;The utter self-revealing&lt;br /&gt;double-take of feeling.&lt;br /&gt;If there's fire on the mountain&lt;br /&gt;Or lightning and storm&lt;br /&gt;And a god speaks from the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That means someone is hearing&lt;br /&gt;the outcry and the birth-cry&lt;br /&gt;of new life at its term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: The Cure at Troy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;posted at inward/outward on 11-11-2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6838850232483996312-7189384025665775437?l=rorysrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/7189384025665775437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6838850232483996312&amp;postID=7189384025665775437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/7189384025665775437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/7189384025665775437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/2011/11/when-advent-comes.html' title='When Advent Comes'/><author><name>Rory</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FyXp-cqqB8w/SOrWq_7ZSZI/AAAAAAAAARE/v3WhkOkC_yM/S220/IMG_4390.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6838850232483996312.post-8673032978688182623</id><published>2011-11-02T08:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T08:03:34.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>N. Gordon Cosby quoted at inward/outward&lt;br /&gt;If you feel you can't tolerate the mess, the only advice I can give to you is this: choose what for you is a better mess, if you can find it. But wherever you go, you go to the next mess. You may take a couple of years to find out how messy it is, but you will find it to be a mess. God has tolerated many messes for many eons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6838850232483996312-8673032978688182623?l=rorysrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/8673032978688182623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6838850232483996312&amp;postID=8673032978688182623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/8673032978688182623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/8673032978688182623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/2011/11/n.html' title=''/><author><name>Rory</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FyXp-cqqB8w/SOrWq_7ZSZI/AAAAAAAAARE/v3WhkOkC_yM/S220/IMG_4390.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6838850232483996312.post-1972199311780527346</id><published>2011-10-24T07:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T07:38:57.189-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Henri Nouwen on Loving the Church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving the Church often seems close to impossible.  Still, we must keep reminding ourselves that all people in the Church - whether powerful or powerless,  conservative or progressive, tolerant or fanatic - belong to that long line of witnesses moving through this valley of tears, singing songs of praise and thanksgiving, listening to the voice of their Lord, and eating together from the bread that keeps multiplying as it is shared.  When we remember that, we may be able to say,  "I love the Church, and I am glad to belong to it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving the Church is our sacred duty.   Without a true love for the Church, we cannot live in it in joy and peace.  And without a true love for the Church, we cannot call people to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6838850232483996312-1972199311780527346?l=rorysrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/1972199311780527346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6838850232483996312&amp;postID=1972199311780527346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/1972199311780527346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/1972199311780527346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/2011/10/henri-nouwen-on-loving-church-loving.html' title=''/><author><name>Rory</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FyXp-cqqB8w/SOrWq_7ZSZI/AAAAAAAAARE/v3WhkOkC_yM/S220/IMG_4390.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6838850232483996312.post-6735355826333740103</id><published>2011-09-22T07:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T07:22:01.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>from inward/outward</title><content type='html'>Eugenio Zolli&lt;br /&gt;The books of Sacred Scripture contain much more than what is written in them. Our soul also has depths unknown to us. On the sacred pages and in our soul, there are melodies we do not hear. In the spaces of the world there are melodies which no one catches because no one listens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: Before the Dawn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6838850232483996312-6735355826333740103?l=rorysrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/6735355826333740103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6838850232483996312&amp;postID=6735355826333740103' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/6735355826333740103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/6735355826333740103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/2011/09/from-inwardoutward.html' title='from inward/outward'/><author><name>Rory</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FyXp-cqqB8w/SOrWq_7ZSZI/AAAAAAAAARE/v3WhkOkC_yM/S220/IMG_4390.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6838850232483996312.post-141573913915710558</id><published>2011-09-20T08:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T08:12:29.318-05:00</updated><title type='text'>From Richard Rohr</title><content type='html'>CONTEMPLATION  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Could meditation/contemplation be the very thing that has the power to both democratize, reform, and and mature Christianity? It alone does not demand major education, does not need a hierarchy of decision makers, does not need to argue about gender issues in leadership or liturgy, does not need preachers and bishops, and does not need membership requirements that include and exclude. Contemplation’s non-verbal character makes all our arguments about “the right words” and the perfectly correct understanding of those words largely useless. We clergy are almost put out of business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep prayer on the inside heals the outside and the in-between simply by reconnecting everything at its core and at our Center. And let us be honest–Jesus talked a lot more about praying and healing than any of the issues that continue to preoccupy most of our churches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adapted from A Lever and A Place to Stand:&lt;br /&gt;The Contemplative Stance, The Active Prayer, pp. 58-59&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6838850232483996312-141573913915710558?l=rorysrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/141573913915710558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6838850232483996312&amp;postID=141573913915710558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/141573913915710558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/141573913915710558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/2011/09/from-richard-rohr.html' title='From Richard Rohr'/><author><name>Rory</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FyXp-cqqB8w/SOrWq_7ZSZI/AAAAAAAAARE/v3WhkOkC_yM/S220/IMG_4390.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6838850232483996312.post-6997101388531095925</id><published>2011-06-04T21:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T21:51:53.612-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A Prayer by Bishop Woodie White:&lt;br /&gt; And now, may the Lord torment you, may the Lord keep before you the faces of the hungry and the lonely and the rejected and the despised, and may the Lord give you courage and strength and compassion to make ours a better world, to make your community a better community, to make your church a better church. And may you do your very best to make it so. And after you have done your best, may the Lord grant you peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6838850232483996312-6997101388531095925?l=rorysrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/6997101388531095925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6838850232483996312&amp;postID=6997101388531095925' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/6997101388531095925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/6997101388531095925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/2011/06/prayer-by-bishop-woodie-white-and-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Rory</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FyXp-cqqB8w/SOrWq_7ZSZI/AAAAAAAAARE/v3WhkOkC_yM/S220/IMG_4390.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6838850232483996312.post-6905541368409204138</id><published>2011-03-25T08:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T08:17:18.855-05:00</updated><title type='text'>From Inward/outward</title><content type='html'>I pass this on from one of my favorite devotional sites&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Nancy Compton Williams&lt;br /&gt;I must learn&lt;br /&gt;the calligraphy&lt;br /&gt;of egret stance,&lt;br /&gt;poised on a word&lt;br /&gt;that lies beneath&lt;br /&gt;the weaving current,&lt;br /&gt;steady, still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: Christianity and Literature&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6838850232483996312-6905541368409204138?l=rorysrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/6905541368409204138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6838850232483996312&amp;postID=6905541368409204138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/6905541368409204138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/6905541368409204138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/2011/03/from-inwardoutward.html' title='From Inward/outward'/><author><name>Rory</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FyXp-cqqB8w/SOrWq_7ZSZI/AAAAAAAAARE/v3WhkOkC_yM/S220/IMG_4390.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6838850232483996312.post-5726052989027096661</id><published>2011-03-22T16:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T16:22:16.475-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Original Unity</title><content type='html'>"The deepest level of communication is not communication, but communion. It is wordless. It is beyond words, and it is beyond speech, and it is beyond concept. Not that we discover a new unity. We discover an older unity. My dear Brothers [and Sisters], we are already one. But we imagine that we are not. And what we have to recover is our original unity. What we have to be is what we are."&lt;br /&gt;- Thomas Merton &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copied from Verse and Voice/ Sojourners&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6838850232483996312-5726052989027096661?l=rorysrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/5726052989027096661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6838850232483996312&amp;postID=5726052989027096661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/5726052989027096661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/5726052989027096661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/2011/03/original-unity.html' title='Original Unity'/><author><name>Rory</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FyXp-cqqB8w/SOrWq_7ZSZI/AAAAAAAAARE/v3WhkOkC_yM/S220/IMG_4390.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6838850232483996312.post-8995134711721915305</id><published>2011-02-18T18:48:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T20:18:29.967-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Come and join Park Church on facebook&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6838850232483996312-8995134711721915305?l=rorysrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/8995134711721915305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6838850232483996312&amp;postID=8995134711721915305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/8995134711721915305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/8995134711721915305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/2011/02/come-and-join-park-church-on-facebook.html' title=''/><author><name>Rory</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FyXp-cqqB8w/SOrWq_7ZSZI/AAAAAAAAARE/v3WhkOkC_yM/S220/IMG_4390.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6838850232483996312.post-2768961985384419990</id><published>2011-02-18T11:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T11:10:15.227-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rev. Bruce Reyes-Chow - Finding Commonality Despite Our Differences - Day1.org</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://day1.org/2785-the_rev_bruce_reyeschow_finding_commonality_despite_our_differences"&gt;The Rev. Bruce Reyes-Chow - Finding Commonality Despite Our Differences - Day1.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6838850232483996312-2768961985384419990?l=rorysrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://day1.org/2785-the_rev_bruce_reyeschow_finding_commonality_despite_our_differences' title='The Rev. 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Bruce Reyes-Chow - Finding Commonality Despite Our Differences - Day1.org'/><author><name>Rory</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FyXp-cqqB8w/SOrWq_7ZSZI/AAAAAAAAARE/v3WhkOkC_yM/S220/IMG_4390.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6838850232483996312.post-7520616011993893496</id><published>2011-01-18T07:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T07:51:44.764-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Copied from inward./outward</title><content type='html'>New Dimensions of Love&lt;br /&gt;By Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.&lt;br /&gt;We have before us the glorious opportunity to inject a new dimension of love into the veins of our civilization. There is still a voice crying out in terms that echo across the generations, saying: Love your enemies, bless them that curse you, pray for them that despitefully use you, that you may be the children of your Father which is in Heaven. This love might well be the salvation of our civilization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: I Have a Dream: Writings and Speeches That Changed the World (Speech given to the First Annual Institute on Nonviolence and Social Change in Dec 1956)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6838850232483996312-7520616011993893496?l=rorysrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/7520616011993893496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6838850232483996312&amp;postID=7520616011993893496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/7520616011993893496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/7520616011993893496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/2011/01/copied-from-inwardoutward.html' title='Copied from inward./outward'/><author><name>Rory</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FyXp-cqqB8w/SOrWq_7ZSZI/AAAAAAAAARE/v3WhkOkC_yM/S220/IMG_4390.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6838850232483996312.post-170717298248053072</id><published>2011-01-05T22:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T22:48:23.780-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In these black and white days of snow&lt;br /&gt;I think the cardinal is red &lt;br /&gt;just for days as this,&lt;br /&gt;just because my eyes  and soul enjoy it,&lt;br /&gt; red outstanding&lt;br /&gt;in the black and white,&lt;br /&gt; one of the things God and I agree on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6838850232483996312-170717298248053072?l=rorysrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/170717298248053072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6838850232483996312&amp;postID=170717298248053072' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/170717298248053072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/170717298248053072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/2011/01/in-these-black-and-white-days-of-snow-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Rory</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FyXp-cqqB8w/SOrWq_7ZSZI/AAAAAAAAARE/v3WhkOkC_yM/S220/IMG_4390.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6838850232483996312.post-1693024268285864563</id><published>2010-12-31T07:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T07:48:09.532-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TAKE ME INTO A NEW YEAR, Gracious God. Help me to continue looking for meaning, seeking peace, praying for light, dancing for joy, working for justice, and singing your praise. I go into the new year filled with expectations, a touch of worry, and a bundle of hope. I do not journey into the new year alone but with you as my guide, with a commitment to my disciplines, with a community of family, friends, and faith. Take me into the new year, Creator of beauty and wonder. Bless me with the companionship of Jesus, and gift me with the guidance and power of the Spirit. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Larry James Peacock&lt;br /&gt;Openings: A Daybook of Saints, Psalms, and Prayer &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From page 398 of Openings: A Daybook of Saints, Psalms, and Prayer by Larry James Peacock. Copyright © 2003&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6838850232483996312-1693024268285864563?l=rorysrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/1693024268285864563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6838850232483996312&amp;postID=1693024268285864563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/1693024268285864563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/1693024268285864563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/2010/12/take-me-into-new-year-gracious-god.html' title=''/><author><name>Rory</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FyXp-cqqB8w/SOrWq_7ZSZI/AAAAAAAAARE/v3WhkOkC_yM/S220/IMG_4390.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6838850232483996312.post-1963852826408345961</id><published>2010-12-29T08:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T08:31:39.696-06:00</updated><title type='text'>From Upper Room</title><content type='html'>A Prayer: For the Birth of a New Year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God of winter morning,&lt;br /&gt;Of new day born from the waters of night;&lt;br /&gt;A feeble cry from Mother Earth's horizon,&lt;br /&gt;A murmured moan from lingering stars;&lt;br /&gt;Infant soft, blue-veined is your child, Dawn.&lt;br /&gt;Into the waiting arms of Your people&lt;br /&gt;You gift this newness to us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O God, help us to look with awe-laden eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Let us hear with soft-edged hearts the first cries&lt;br /&gt;of the New Year, of a new day,&lt;br /&gt;that we may come running as if life, &lt;br /&gt;fragile and tear-stained, &lt;br /&gt;awaits us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Creator, lover of life,&lt;br /&gt;What child has been born as Day this hour?&lt;br /&gt;Stretched across heaven and earth,&lt;br /&gt;Arms wide open&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for us to return the embrace --&lt;br /&gt;To count fingers and toes of light and rivers,&lt;br /&gt;bird and flower,&lt;br /&gt;woman, man, and child.&lt;br /&gt;Straining to hear a whispered word --&lt;br /&gt;A song of peace,&lt;br /&gt;A hymn of promise,&lt;br /&gt;A lullaby of justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God who was, now is, and will still be,&lt;br /&gt;Show us the way of newness -- &lt;br /&gt;conceived by Your desire,&lt;br /&gt;born of Your Love's labor,&lt;br /&gt;made visible,&lt;br /&gt;embraceable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Lord,&lt;br /&gt;In this now toddling year,&lt;br /&gt;we move, outstretched in hope, toward You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pamela Hawkins is serves as Managing Editor of Weavings: A Journal of the Christian Spiritual Life. An Elder in the United Methodist Church, she lives in Nashville, Tennessee with her husband Ray. Pamela is the author of the Upper Room books The Awkward Season: Prayers for Lent and Simply Wait: Cultivating Stillness in the Season of Advent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6838850232483996312-1963852826408345961?l=rorysrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/1963852826408345961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6838850232483996312&amp;postID=1963852826408345961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/1963852826408345961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/1963852826408345961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/2010/12/from-upper-room.html' title='From Upper Room'/><author><name>Rory</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FyXp-cqqB8w/SOrWq_7ZSZI/AAAAAAAAARE/v3WhkOkC_yM/S220/IMG_4390.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6838850232483996312.post-7301764099811589904</id><published>2010-12-27T17:12:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T17:12:22.690-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Monday, December 27, 2010&lt;br /&gt;Live in the world &lt;br /&gt;Live in the world as if only &lt;br /&gt;God and your soul were in it; &lt;br /&gt;then your heart will never be &lt;br /&gt;made captive by any earthly thing.&lt;br /&gt;... St. John of the Cross (1542-1591)&lt;br /&gt;posted by Sam Roberts at 6:33 AM 0 comments  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Donne (1573-1631) &lt;br /&gt;This was the fulness of time, &lt;br /&gt;when Christ Jesus did come, &lt;br /&gt;that the Messiah should come.&lt;br /&gt;It was so to the Jews, &lt;br /&gt;and it was so to the Gentiles too...&lt;br /&gt;Christ hath excommunicated no nation,&lt;br /&gt;no shire, no house, no man;&lt;br /&gt;He gives none of His ministers &lt;br /&gt;leave to say to any man, thou art&lt;br /&gt;not redeemed; He gives no wounded or &lt;br /&gt;afflicted conscience leave to&lt;br /&gt;say to itself, I am not redeemed.&lt;br /&gt;... John Donne (1573-1631)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6838850232483996312-7301764099811589904?l=rorysrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/7301764099811589904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6838850232483996312&amp;postID=7301764099811589904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/7301764099811589904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/7301764099811589904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/2010/12/monday-december-27-2010-live-in-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Rory</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FyXp-cqqB8w/SOrWq_7ZSZI/AAAAAAAAARE/v3WhkOkC_yM/S220/IMG_4390.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6838850232483996312.post-534788261998750145</id><published>2010-12-27T07:41:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T07:44:40.748-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The sunset of the year, and the new one to dawn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FyXp-cqqB8w/TRiX5lnuwPI/AAAAAAAAAaw/qbywk4EPDgw/s1600/back%2Byard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 98px; height: 130px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FyXp-cqqB8w/TRiX5lnuwPI/AAAAAAAAAaw/qbywk4EPDgw/s400/back%2Byard.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555357155968598258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6838850232483996312-534788261998750145?l=rorysrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/534788261998750145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6838850232483996312&amp;postID=534788261998750145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/534788261998750145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/534788261998750145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post_27.html' title=''/><author><name>Rory</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FyXp-cqqB8w/SOrWq_7ZSZI/AAAAAAAAARE/v3WhkOkC_yM/S220/IMG_4390.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FyXp-cqqB8w/TRiX5lnuwPI/AAAAAAAAAaw/qbywk4EPDgw/s72-c/back%2Byard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6838850232483996312.post-7872433543202130021</id><published>2010-12-26T07:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T07:29:06.873-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>INTO OUR WORLD, where we usually stay busy and frequently feel tired, God comes. God comes to us where we are, somewhere between darkness and light. God comes to us as we are, anxious and worried, hopeful and blessed. God comes to us as wonderful and surprising as angels singing to shepherds on a hill. God comes to us now as a small baby in a manger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us marvel at the Holy Child, worship on bended knee, and sing with the angels. Let us be blessed by the gaze of the Christ child. God looks at us with love and great joy that spreads to all people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Larry James Peacock &lt;br /&gt;Openings: A Daybook of Saints, Psalms, and Prayer &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From page 392 of Openings: A Daybook of Saints, Psalms, and Prayer by Larry James Peacock. Copyright &amp; copy; 2003 by Larry James Peacock. All rights reserved&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6838850232483996312-7872433543202130021?l=rorysrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/7872433543202130021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6838850232483996312&amp;postID=7872433543202130021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/7872433543202130021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/7872433543202130021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/2010/12/into-our-world-where-we-usually-stay.html' title=''/><author><name>Rory</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FyXp-cqqB8w/SOrWq_7ZSZI/AAAAAAAAARE/v3WhkOkC_yM/S220/IMG_4390.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6838850232483996312.post-4237286628206480299</id><published>2010-12-17T15:31:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T15:31:44.335-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Spirit is breathing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those with eyes to see, &lt;br /&gt;women and men with ears for hearing &lt;br /&gt;detect a coming dawn; &lt;br /&gt;a reason to go on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They seem small, these signs of dawn &lt;br /&gt;perhaps ridiculous. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; All those with eyes to see, &lt;br /&gt; Women and men with ears for hearing &lt;br /&gt; uncover in the night &lt;br /&gt; a certain gleam of light; &lt;br /&gt; they see the reason to go on. &lt;br /&gt;                (Dom Helder Camera, Its Midnight, Lord)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6838850232483996312-4237286628206480299?l=rorysrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/4237286628206480299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6838850232483996312&amp;postID=4237286628206480299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/4237286628206480299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/4237286628206480299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/2010/12/spirit-is-breathing.html' title=''/><author><name>Rory</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FyXp-cqqB8w/SOrWq_7ZSZI/AAAAAAAAARE/v3WhkOkC_yM/S220/IMG_4390.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6838850232483996312.post-1281179085561195170</id><published>2010-12-16T16:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T10:05:21.797-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another way to  keep Christ in Christmas.</title><content type='html'>A small rambling thought on the Christmas stories:&lt;br /&gt; I  am not beyond blending and co mingling the two separate nativity stories of Matthew and Luke. Luke includes Mary's magnificant in which she speaks of the hungry being filled with good things and the rich being sent away empty (Luke 1:53). I thought of those shepherds coming hungry for signs of hope and attention, being filled with good things. And then in Matthew's tradition I see those magi who have followed the star. I see them as the rich who have opened their treasure chests and offered the gifts of gold, frankincense and myrrh. Are they the rich who go away empty, because they have offered it, in devotion to Christ?  They do not ask for more. The rich are sent away empty. It's part of the Christmas miracle. Can we practice such emptiness? Are we the rich who are able to empty ourselves , in our love for God.   May the scriptures be fulfilled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6838850232483996312-1281179085561195170?l=rorysrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/1281179085561195170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6838850232483996312&amp;postID=1281179085561195170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/1281179085561195170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/1281179085561195170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/2010/12/another-way-to-keep-christ-in-christmas.html' title='Another way to  keep Christ in Christmas.'/><author><name>Rory</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FyXp-cqqB8w/SOrWq_7ZSZI/AAAAAAAAARE/v3WhkOkC_yM/S220/IMG_4390.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6838850232483996312.post-5437829361826272394</id><published>2010-12-16T11:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T16:49:21.634-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dec Newsletter note</title><content type='html'>Thomas  Lux wrote a poem called "God Particles."&lt;br /&gt;"God explodes, supernovas, and down upon the whole planet&lt;br /&gt;a tender rain of Him falls&lt;br /&gt; on every cow ,ladle, leaf, human, ax handle, swing set...&lt;br /&gt;I think he wanted each of us...to have a tiny piece of Him &lt;br /&gt;though we are unqualified  for even the crumb of a crumb."&lt;br /&gt;When I read his words my own imagination went to the Christmas star, perhaps a supernova burst of light announcing the Advent;  rain and the reign of God!  Showers of blessing!&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is our gospel poem of God coming down upon the whole planet, and in particular particle, as a child in Bethlehem,   as good news for all the earth.&lt;br /&gt; I like to think that in this God particle of Incarnation, the Word became flesh and dwelt among us indeed!   And in the gift of the Holy Spirit dwelling in us , as the Christ is born in us,  as the light shines in us.  we too have a tiny  piece of God. &lt;br /&gt;So now  let the Christ grow! Let the love grow!   Let the gift grow!  Let the light grow!  Let the presence of God grow! Welcome the God particle  graced upon you!  Join us in the event s of  Advent and Christmas. Perhaps you will see the signs of God ." in cow, ladle, leaf, human, ax handle, swing set..."&lt;br /&gt;or perhaps in bread and cookie, &lt;br /&gt;candle and bow, &lt;br /&gt; wreathe and card,&lt;br /&gt; song and verse,&lt;br /&gt;child and  silent night,&lt;br /&gt;with prayers and  deeds of peace,&lt;br /&gt;Particles of Immanuel,  God with us.&lt;br /&gt;Blessed Holy days,  Pastor Rory&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6838850232483996312-5437829361826272394?l=rorysrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/5437829361826272394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6838850232483996312&amp;postID=5437829361826272394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/5437829361826272394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/5437829361826272394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/2010/12/dec-newsletter-note.html' title='Dec Newsletter note'/><author><name>Rory</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FyXp-cqqB8w/SOrWq_7ZSZI/AAAAAAAAARE/v3WhkOkC_yM/S220/IMG_4390.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6838850232483996312.post-4959794574666398909</id><published>2010-12-15T09:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T09:49:44.175-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Tasks</title><content type='html'>Richard Rohr:&lt;br /&gt;There are two major tasks in the human spiritual journey. The task of the first half of life is to create a proper container for one's life and answer some central questions: "Who am I?" "What makes me signficiant?" "How can I support myself?" "Who will go with me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The task of the second half of life is, quite simply, to find the actual contents that this container was meant to hold and deliver. in other words, the container is for the sake of the contents. Problematically, the first task invests so much of ourselves that we often cannot imagine there is a second task, or that anything more could be expected of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: Radical Grace, Vol. 23, No. 4, the Center for Action and Contemplation&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6838850232483996312-4959794574666398909?l=rorysrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/4959794574666398909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6838850232483996312&amp;postID=4959794574666398909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/4959794574666398909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/4959794574666398909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/2010/12/two-tasks.html' title='Two Tasks'/><author><name>Rory</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FyXp-cqqB8w/SOrWq_7ZSZI/AAAAAAAAARE/v3WhkOkC_yM/S220/IMG_4390.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6838850232483996312.post-5314563942781625936</id><published>2010-12-15T09:32:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T09:32:43.376-06:00</updated><title type='text'>From Verse and Voice</title><content type='html'>"Adoration, as it more deeply possesses us, inevitably leads on to self-offering. Charity is the live wire along which the power of God, indwelling our finite spirits, can and does act on our souls and other things, rescuing, healing, giving support and light."&lt;br /&gt;- Evelyn Underhill&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6838850232483996312-5314563942781625936?l=rorysrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/5314563942781625936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6838850232483996312&amp;postID=5314563942781625936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/5314563942781625936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/5314563942781625936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/2010/12/from-verse-and-voice.html' title='From Verse and Voice'/><author><name>Rory</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FyXp-cqqB8w/SOrWq_7ZSZI/AAAAAAAAARE/v3WhkOkC_yM/S220/IMG_4390.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6838850232483996312.post-477444773800788567</id><published>2010-12-08T07:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T07:32:45.321-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CARRY A LITTLE QUIET inside you&lt;br /&gt;while the world continues&lt;br /&gt;in rush and rage&lt;br /&gt;fighting and frenzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carry a little quiet inside you&lt;br /&gt;so that the worry and war&lt;br /&gt;trouble and tumult&lt;br /&gt;do not capture you in their grip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tarry in the Son-filled meadow of the heart&lt;br /&gt;beside the still waters&lt;br /&gt;where God’s Spirit refreshes and renews&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carry so much quiet inside you&lt;br /&gt;that you have some extra calm&lt;br /&gt;to share with me.&lt;br /&gt;–Safiyah Fosua &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Safiyah Fosua &lt;br /&gt;The Africana Worship Book: Year A &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From page 37 of The Africana Worship Book: Year A, edited by Valerie Bridgeman Davis and Safiyah Fosua. Copyright © 2006 by Discipleship Resources http://www.upperroom.org/bookstore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6838850232483996312-477444773800788567?l=rorysrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/477444773800788567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6838850232483996312&amp;postID=477444773800788567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/477444773800788567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/477444773800788567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/2010/12/carry-little-quiet-inside-you-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Rory</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FyXp-cqqB8w/SOrWq_7ZSZI/AAAAAAAAARE/v3WhkOkC_yM/S220/IMG_4390.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6838850232483996312.post-175175168798073696</id><published>2010-12-06T18:21:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T20:37:05.340-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christ in Christmas.</title><content type='html'>It’s that time of the year when the “Keep Christ in Christmas”s slogans appear on face book and advertising and opinion news shows. Actually I do agree, but probably not in the way that I am supposed to agree. For me, keeping Christ in Christmas is not about simply avoiding Merry X Mas or whether or not we have nativity scenes or Christmas trees in public places or how we are greeted in a store. Happy Holidays is fine with me as it simply means Happy Holy days, and the last I checked, we are in Holy days. &lt;br /&gt;But I think we should go deeper with this keeping Christ in Christmas. I think we should get Christmas out of our shopping centers and consumer patterns so we can more faithfully keep Christ in Christmas. We can keep Christ in Christmas by remembering to care for the poor not only with our much needed seasonal acts of charity but issues of justice and equity. Maybe we keep Christ in Christmas by avoiding that latest plastic product, gadget or fad that may be doing more harm than good on the global scale. (As my daughter put it, its Christ-mas not capital-mas!)Wouldn’t we be keeping Christ in Christmas by keeping peace and peacemaking? When we keep forgiveness and reconciliation in our Christmas isn’t that how we keep Christ in Christmas? When we consider our impact on the earth and its resources, I think we are closer to keeping Christ in Christmas. We keep Christ in Christmas by keeping his love in our heart and our words and our actions. We keep Christmas by prayerful living and generous behavior. We keep Christ in Christmas with our lives of worship and service .Maybe to keep Christ in Christmas I will need to keep some other things out. What do I really need, to simply keep Christ in Christmas?&lt;br /&gt;I know that I don’t need to get worked up in the Christmas culture war that is using my Savior's birth as another tool for political divisivness , fear and sometimes even hate! I prefer to celebrate a humble birth of love . I will keep a humble Christ in Christmas. If these things are what we mean by keeping Christ in Christmas, that’s what I seek. I know that I will not be successful. But I will try a little more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6838850232483996312-175175168798073696?l=rorysrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/175175168798073696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6838850232483996312&amp;postID=175175168798073696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/175175168798073696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/175175168798073696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/2010/12/christ-in-christmas.html' title='Christ in Christmas.'/><author><name>Rory</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FyXp-cqqB8w/SOrWq_7ZSZI/AAAAAAAAARE/v3WhkOkC_yM/S220/IMG_4390.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6838850232483996312.post-6852860607672112289</id><published>2010-12-03T11:37:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T08:07:11.383-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FyXp-cqqB8w/TPkrQMEsbCI/AAAAAAAAAak/3UaxNnwB8sY/s1600/SDC19967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FyXp-cqqB8w/TPkrQMEsbCI/AAAAAAAAAak/3UaxNnwB8sY/s400/SDC19967.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546511973202291746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A prayer from Verse and Voice:&lt;br /&gt;God, today we remember the message of selfless simplicity that Jesus taught us from the moment he was born. We admit that we often lose sight of this radical message during the Christmas season as we ascribe to the theology of credit cards and shopping lists. However, this year we ask that you grant us the joy that comes from a life lived simply and dedicated to you. Amen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6838850232483996312-6852860607672112289?l=rorysrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/6852860607672112289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6838850232483996312&amp;postID=6852860607672112289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/6852860607672112289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/6852860607672112289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Rory</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FyXp-cqqB8w/SOrWq_7ZSZI/AAAAAAAAARE/v3WhkOkC_yM/S220/IMG_4390.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FyXp-cqqB8w/TPkrQMEsbCI/AAAAAAAAAak/3UaxNnwB8sY/s72-c/SDC19967.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6838850232483996312.post-4764427425897001487</id><published>2010-12-02T08:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T08:49:41.311-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ADVENT by Richard Rohr&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; When we demand satisfaction of one another, when we demand any completion to history on our terms, when we demand that our anxiety or any dissatisfaction be taken away, saying as it were, “Why weren’t you this for me?  Why didn’t life do that for me?” we are refusing to say, “Come, Lord Jesus.”  We are refusing to hold out for the full picture that is always given in time by God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we set out to seek our private happiness, we often create an idol that is sure to topple.  Any attempts to protect any full and private happiness in the midst of so much public suffering have to be based on illusion about the nature of the world in which we live.  We can only do that if we block ourselves from a certain degree of reality and refuse solidarity with “the other side” of everything, even the other side of ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adapted from Preparing for Christmas with Richard Rohr, pp. 5, 7&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6838850232483996312-4764427425897001487?l=rorysrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/4764427425897001487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6838850232483996312&amp;postID=4764427425897001487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/4764427425897001487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/4764427425897001487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/2010/12/advent-by-richard-rohr-when-we-demand.html' title=''/><author><name>Rory</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FyXp-cqqB8w/SOrWq_7ZSZI/AAAAAAAAARE/v3WhkOkC_yM/S220/IMG_4390.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6838850232483996312.post-8197169518687574087</id><published>2010-11-17T21:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T21:28:15.866-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Park Church on facebook</title><content type='html'>http://www.facebook.com/pages/Brainerd-MN/Park-United-Methodist-Church/334396505907&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6838850232483996312-8197169518687574087?l=rorysrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/8197169518687574087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6838850232483996312&amp;postID=8197169518687574087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/8197169518687574087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/8197169518687574087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/2010/11/park-church-on-facebook.html' title='Park Church on facebook'/><author><name>Rory</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FyXp-cqqB8w/SOrWq_7ZSZI/AAAAAAAAARE/v3WhkOkC_yM/S220/IMG_4390.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6838850232483996312.post-137695591149278545</id><published>2010-11-16T07:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T07:56:32.020-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Unites All</title><content type='html'>Unity in the Heart of God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love unites all, whether created or uncreated. The heart of God, the heart of all creation, and our own hearts become one in love. That's what all the great mystics have been trying to tell us through the ages. Benedict, Francis, Hildegard of Bingen, Hadewijch of Brabant, Meister Eckhart, Teresa of Avila, John of the Cross, Dag Hammarskjöld, Thomas Merton, and many others, all in their own ways and their own languages, have witnessed to the unifying power of the divine love. All of them, however, spoke with a knowledge that came to them not through intellectual arguments but through contemplative prayer. The Spirit of Jesus allowed them to see the heart of God, the heart of the universe, and their own hearts as one. It is in the heart of God that we can come to the full realisation of the unity of all that is, created and uncreated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These reflections are taken from Henri J.M. Nouwen's Bread for the Journey.&lt;br /&gt;See http://www.henrinouwen.org/home/free_eletters/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6838850232483996312-137695591149278545?l=rorysrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/137695591149278545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6838850232483996312&amp;postID=137695591149278545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/137695591149278545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/137695591149278545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/2010/11/love-unites-all.html' title='Love Unites All'/><author><name>Rory</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FyXp-cqqB8w/SOrWq_7ZSZI/AAAAAAAAARE/v3WhkOkC_yM/S220/IMG_4390.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6838850232483996312.post-4498908715757973548</id><published>2010-11-13T19:37:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T19:43:54.621-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought for the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Christianity is the journey of understanding God as mercy, not judgement.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Based on something I read in A Monk in the Inner City by Mary Lou Kownacki. &lt;br /&gt;It is an impressive book!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6838850232483996312-4498908715757973548?l=rorysrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/4498908715757973548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6838850232483996312&amp;postID=4498908715757973548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/4498908715757973548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/4498908715757973548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/2010/11/thought-for-day.html' title='Thought for the day'/><author><name>Rory</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FyXp-cqqB8w/SOrWq_7ZSZI/AAAAAAAAARE/v3WhkOkC_yM/S220/IMG_4390.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6838850232483996312.post-8612285522740530343</id><published>2010-11-08T06:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T06:21:23.921-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering</title><content type='html'>For Veterans’ Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are different ways to remember:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;There’s the remembering that comes from a photograph: &lt;br /&gt;or words shared and moments lived together &lt;br /&gt;that bring both tears and smiles. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But ours is not a remembering like that.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;There’s the remembering that comes from research and learning, &lt;br /&gt;knowing how things work, &lt;br /&gt;the remembering of words and ideas and theories. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But ours is not a remembering like that.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;There’s the remembering that comes from everyday life, &lt;br /&gt;the lists we need, the language we use,&lt;br /&gt;the circle of friends we have. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But ours is not a remembering like that.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;There’s the remembering that comes from someone else’s experience: &lt;br /&gt;a story passed on that is important enough and vital enough&lt;br /&gt;to become our own story even as we did not live it. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This is our remembering.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It’s not because war &lt;br /&gt;in every time and place and in every guise is the worst we can do to each other, &lt;br /&gt;though that is true, &lt;br /&gt;but because in amongst it all, people turn towards a hope that this will be the last, &lt;br /&gt;that this will be never again. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It is this hope that they will to be passed on. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This hope has been bought at huge price. &lt;br /&gt;It’s not the facts we remember nor the images, but the cost. &lt;br /&gt;It is expensive to remember. &lt;br /&gt;And if we do not accept that cost, and recognise the price, &lt;br /&gt;then our hope is selfish. &lt;br /&gt;This we cannot avoid. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This is our remembrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Roddy Hamilton&lt;br /&gt;on http://abbotsford.typepad.com/abbotsford/”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6838850232483996312-8612285522740530343?l=rorysrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/8612285522740530343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6838850232483996312&amp;postID=8612285522740530343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/8612285522740530343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/8612285522740530343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/2010/11/remembering.html' title='Remembering'/><author><name>Rory</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FyXp-cqqB8w/SOrWq_7ZSZI/AAAAAAAAARE/v3WhkOkC_yM/S220/IMG_4390.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6838850232483996312.post-3194865790049719884</id><published>2010-11-06T08:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T08:17:54.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>From Richard Rohr</title><content type='html'>EXPERIENCING THE HOLY &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; We have put our emphasis on trying to love God, which is probably a good way to start—although we do not have a clue how to do that.  What I consistently find in the mystics is an overwhelming experience of how God has loved them.  God is the initiator, God is the doer, God is the one who seduces us.  All we can do is respond in kind, and exactly as Meister Eckhart said, “The love by which we love God is the very same love with which God has first loved us.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mystics' overwhelming experience is this full body blow of the Divine loving them, the Divine radically accepting them.  And the rest of their life is trying to verbalize that, and invariably finding ways to give that love back through forms of service, compassion and non-stop worship.  But none of this is to earn God's love; it's always and only to return God's love.  Love is repaid by love alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adapted from Following the Mystics&lt;br /&gt;through the Narrow Gate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6838850232483996312-3194865790049719884?l=rorysrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/3194865790049719884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6838850232483996312&amp;postID=3194865790049719884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/3194865790049719884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/3194865790049719884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/2010/11/from-richard-rohr.html' title='From Richard Rohr'/><author><name>Rory</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FyXp-cqqB8w/SOrWq_7ZSZI/AAAAAAAAARE/v3WhkOkC_yM/S220/IMG_4390.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6838850232483996312.post-5832831519116177950</id><published>2010-10-23T08:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T14:59:05.558-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Giver Should be Thankful</title><content type='html'>Another way to look at Stewardship. Not that we shouldn't say "Thank you", but what is the wisdom in this story for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Seisetsu was the master of Engaku in Kamakura he required larger quarters, since those in which he was teaching were overcrowded. Umezu Seibei, a merchant of Edo, decided to donate five hundred pieces of gold called ryo toward the construction of a more commodious school. This money he brought to the teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seisetsu said: "All right. I will take it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umezu gave Seisetsu the sack of gold, but he was dissatisfied with the attitude of the teacher. One might live a whole year on three ryo, and the merchant had not even been thanked for five hundred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In that sack are five hundred ryo," hinted Umezu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You told me that before," replied Seisetsu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Even if I am a wealthy merchant, five hundred ryo is a lot of money," said Umezu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you want me to thank you for it?" asked Seisetsu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You ought to," replied Uzemu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why should I?" inquired Seisetsu. "The giver should be thankful." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from  www.Spiritual-Short-Stories.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then add this thought:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tzedakah (sa-da-ka) is the Jewish tradition of giving at least ten percent of one’s income to charity. Rather than referring to generosity, it is more related to justice or fairness, giving the poor their due. According to tradition, the spiritual benefit of giving to the poor is so great that the one who receives the aid actually does the giver a favor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6838850232483996312-5832831519116177950?l=rorysrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/5832831519116177950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6838850232483996312&amp;postID=5832831519116177950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/5832831519116177950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/5832831519116177950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/2010/10/giver-should-be-thankful.html' title='The Giver Should be Thankful'/><author><name>Rory</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FyXp-cqqB8w/SOrWq_7ZSZI/AAAAAAAAARE/v3WhkOkC_yM/S220/IMG_4390.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6838850232483996312.post-4982263162460421389</id><published>2010-10-22T13:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T17:06:15.624-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Autumn</title><content type='html'>Autumn has two phases&lt;br /&gt; The color phase is the one that gets the kinder attention and this year I had more times to enjoy the unique scenery of this season while the maples were in all their glory.&lt;br /&gt; The other phase of autumn is more about the falling leaves. &lt;br /&gt;It's the 'fall" season. Its about the leaves on the ground and I know this has some work involved.  Even with all the raking, I remember this part with some warm nostalgia as well. I remember  jumping into leaf piles and playing in the leaves when I was young, and then again with our children, Sara and Nick&lt;br /&gt;But when we get to November most of the leaves have been raked up. The trees, accept for the stubborn oaks, or the evergreen varieties, are pretty bare.    We will  move into the season of the browns, the grays , and yes the white of snow. &lt;br /&gt;But what if   autumn is not over until we have listened to its wisdom?  Is Auteum done  with you yet?  Every season has its lessons. and the work of the church is to help us think about our lives.  Listen to the spirit.  As yourself  "Where do I see God? What is God teaching me in this moment? So  before  we have pushed autumn into its thanksgiving  holiday, or set it aside for the start of Advent on November 28think,  spend some time , get personal  with this autumn prayer.&lt;br /&gt;AUTUMN GOD, the planet turns&lt;br /&gt;and the earth signals a change.&lt;br /&gt;Open me to the transitions I need to face in my own life.&lt;br /&gt;Be with me in the letting go,&lt;br /&gt;the saying good-bye&lt;br /&gt;to habits, relationships, and plans&lt;br /&gt;that stand in your way of growing.&lt;br /&gt;Deepen my trust that as I let go,&lt;br /&gt;like the falling leaves,&lt;br /&gt;I will always fall into your embrace. Amen. &lt;br /&gt;- Larry Peacock &lt;br /&gt;(Openings   From p. 303 of Openings: A Daybook of Saints, Psalms, and Prayer by Larry James Peacock. Copyright © 2003 ) by way of Upper Room website&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6838850232483996312-4982263162460421389?l=rorysrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/4982263162460421389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6838850232483996312&amp;postID=4982263162460421389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/4982263162460421389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/4982263162460421389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/2010/10/more-autumn.html' title='More Autumn'/><author><name>Rory</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FyXp-cqqB8w/SOrWq_7ZSZI/AAAAAAAAARE/v3WhkOkC_yM/S220/IMG_4390.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6838850232483996312.post-7561281149561111714</id><published>2010-10-22T08:11:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T14:32:23.215-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sharing the reading today from the Upper Room website&lt;br /&gt;It reminds me to be mindful, keep Christ in mind, count my blessings,  and stay in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“GOD, LET US COUNT the ways you never leave us. Your Light of Day greeted us this morning. The smell of life filled our nostrils with the crisp, chilly air of a new day. The melody of gently crackling leaves whispered your love in our ears. These are among the Good Morning gifts we thank you for. You have given us another day in your Precious Presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come what may this day: angry traffic, angry words, paved roads, paved ways, we will praise your Holy Name! And so we greet you this day with shouts of joy and thanksgiving. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sherrie Dobbs Johnson”&lt;br /&gt;The Africana Worship Book: Year A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From page 77 of The Africana Worship Book: Year A, edited by Valerie Bridgeman Davis and Safiyah Fosua. Copyright © 2006 by Discipleship Resources. All rights reserved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6838850232483996312-7561281149561111714?l=rorysrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/7561281149561111714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6838850232483996312&amp;postID=7561281149561111714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/7561281149561111714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/7561281149561111714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/2010/10/god-let-us-count-ways-you-never-leave.html' title=''/><author><name>Rory</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FyXp-cqqB8w/SOrWq_7ZSZI/AAAAAAAAARE/v3WhkOkC_yM/S220/IMG_4390.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6838850232483996312.post-892514714226426274</id><published>2010-10-20T07:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T07:46:02.268-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“MAY I SEE TODAY&lt;br /&gt;the largeness of your love&lt;br /&gt;in even the smallest part of creation.&lt;br /&gt;May I be ravished&lt;br /&gt;by traces of your beauty&lt;br /&gt;in earth and sky.&lt;br /&gt;May I experience&lt;br /&gt;the eternity of your grace&lt;br /&gt;pulsing within each moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sam Hamilton-Poore &lt;br /&gt;Earth Gospel: A Guide to Prayer for God’s Creation &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From p. 130 of Earth Gospel: A Guide to Prayer for God’s Creation by Sam Hamilton-Poore. Copyright © 2008 by Sam Hamilton-Poore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6838850232483996312-892514714226426274?l=rorysrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/892514714226426274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6838850232483996312&amp;postID=892514714226426274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/892514714226426274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/892514714226426274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/2010/10/may-i-see-today-largeness-of-your-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Rory</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FyXp-cqqB8w/SOrWq_7ZSZI/AAAAAAAAARE/v3WhkOkC_yM/S220/IMG_4390.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6838850232483996312.post-1155159542647256637</id><published>2010-10-15T07:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T07:22:44.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pastor Jeff in Heels, story</title><content type='html'>link; address is this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.minnesotaumc.org/News/Brainerdpastorsstepupinheelstowitnessagain/tabid/47175/Default.aspx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6838850232483996312-1155159542647256637?l=rorysrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/1155159542647256637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6838850232483996312&amp;postID=1155159542647256637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/1155159542647256637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/1155159542647256637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/2010/10/pastor-jeff-in-heels-story.html' title='Pastor Jeff in Heels, story'/><author><name>Rory</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FyXp-cqqB8w/SOrWq_7ZSZI/AAAAAAAAARE/v3WhkOkC_yM/S220/IMG_4390.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6838850232483996312.post-5068619992520978155</id><published>2010-10-04T07:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T08:05:41.709-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.  ~Albert Camus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone must take time to sit and watch the leaves turn.  ~Elizabeth Lawrence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FyXp-cqqB8w/TKnPZ-rJZgI/AAAAAAAAAac/JH3m1NJtECo/s1600/leaf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FyXp-cqqB8w/TKnPZ-rJZgI/AAAAAAAAAac/JH3m1NJtECo/s400/leaf.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524174463174272514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delicious autumn!  My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.  ~George Eliot&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6838850232483996312-5068619992520978155?l=rorysrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/5068619992520978155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6838850232483996312&amp;postID=5068619992520978155' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/5068619992520978155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/5068619992520978155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Rory</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FyXp-cqqB8w/SOrWq_7ZSZI/AAAAAAAAARE/v3WhkOkC_yM/S220/IMG_4390.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FyXp-cqqB8w/TKnPZ-rJZgI/AAAAAAAAAac/JH3m1NJtECo/s72-c/leaf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6838850232483996312.post-820137739569001431</id><published>2010-09-17T07:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T07:33:40.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'>As Posted on  inward/outward</title><content type='html'>By St. Teresa of Avila on 09-17-2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just these two words He spoke&lt;br /&gt;changed my life:&lt;br /&gt;“Enjoy Me.” &lt;br /&gt;What a burden I thought I was to carry--&lt;br /&gt;a crucifix, as did He.&lt;br /&gt;Love once said to me, "I know a song,&lt;br /&gt;Would you like to hear it?&lt;br /&gt;And laughter came from every brick in the street&lt;br /&gt;And from every pore&lt;br /&gt;in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;After a night of prayer, he&lt;br /&gt;changed my life when&lt;br /&gt;He sang,&lt;br /&gt;"Enjoy Me."&lt;br /&gt;Source:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * Love Poems From God edited by Daniel Ladinsky&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6838850232483996312-820137739569001431?l=rorysrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/820137739569001431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6838850232483996312&amp;postID=820137739569001431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/820137739569001431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/820137739569001431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/2010/09/as-posted-on-inwardoutward.html' title='As Posted on  inward/outward'/><author><name>Rory</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FyXp-cqqB8w/SOrWq_7ZSZI/AAAAAAAAARE/v3WhkOkC_yM/S220/IMG_4390.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6838850232483996312.post-8694991660072729562</id><published>2010-08-10T20:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T20:40:41.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>August newsletter reprint</title><content type='html'>The Carpenter's Cave&lt;br /&gt;I  have spoken only a little  about the week that Beth, Sara and I had in India this past March. One of the highlights I have yet to mention was  near the city of Aurangabad.  While Beth was working,  Sara and I, on recommendation from Craig and Ty Rezac in Mumbai, went to see two separate  "World Heritage" sites of some amazing religious cave carvings  spanning several centuries.  The caves  were religious artwork, devotional sites or  monastic  centers for Hindus, Jains or Buddhists . In Ellora, one of the most  famous, and most meaningful caves for us is commonly referred to the Carpenter's Cave.  It was built in the early 700's and is called the Carpenter's Cave because the ceiling has stones caught out in the appearance of wooden beams the way a carpenter would build.   The acoustics in the  cave are phenomenal  and when our guide sang a chant in there for us, it was soulfully beautiful.   But the other outstanding feature  of this Buddhist cave is that it combines features of  two differing  traditions in Buddhism. In the  older tradition images of Buddhism were not used. So as a way of giving devotional attention, a stupa  or spiritual monument,  was used in the places for meditation. This tradition grew from an understanding that the Buddha  had discouraged images of himself.  But another  tradition uses images of the Buddha in various poses of teaching, meditation etc, replete with symbols that point to certain practices and principles or stories and so a Buddha statue  was also added to the cave.&lt;br /&gt;But, when I hear  "Carpenters cave" I think of how  Jesus was a carpenter from Nazareth (Mark 6:3). Or  I think of the nativity cave in Bethlehem !  It blesses me  to think of how Jesus Christ is constructing a new community  in us and among us, building and rebuilding our lives. I see the Carpenter, Jesus Christ, as one who can build us together and construct a  larger  "holy" house for  us . He tells us  that "in my Father's house" there are many dwelling places.  God builds us into a new temple for all people.  So when the carpenter's cave in Ellora  demonstrates the practice of accommodation and merging of two traditions into one place, I see it, indeed, as the Carpenter cave of peace , respect and reconciliation.&lt;br /&gt;We live in a time when religious diversity is a daily experience. Some are threatened by this and feel the need to resist.   But  I believe that Jesus Christ is the  Way who shows us how to live together with reconciliation  love, respect, peacemaking and forgiveness.  The world desperately needs followers of the Carpenter who can build a roof of community to cover all people.    I have been enjoying this quote: "As our world becomes smaller, through a growing common culture, the true test of community will be our tolerance for our most profound differences and love for the most challenging among us." ( Wayne Teasdale in A Monk in the World)  I pray that Christianity in our country can model this spirit.  It sounds like Jesus to me ! What will you build in Christ's name today?  How can we learn the carpentry skills at Park church?&lt;br /&gt;Grace and peace, Pastor Rory&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to see a picture of the carpenters cave, try this one: http://www.360cities.net/image/carpenters-cave-ellora-cave-india#2.00,0.00,70.0&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6838850232483996312-8694991660072729562?l=rorysrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/8694991660072729562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6838850232483996312&amp;postID=8694991660072729562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/8694991660072729562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/8694991660072729562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/2010/08/august-newsletter-reprint.html' title='August newsletter reprint'/><author><name>Rory</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FyXp-cqqB8w/SOrWq_7ZSZI/AAAAAAAAARE/v3WhkOkC_yM/S220/IMG_4390.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6838850232483996312.post-7419895060607373376</id><published>2010-07-21T22:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T22:11:04.439-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>From Henri Nouwen's words&lt;br /&gt;Crossing the Road for One Another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We become neighbours when we are willing to cross the road for one another. There is so much separation and segregation: between black people and white people, between gay people and straight people, between young people and old people, between sick people and healthy people, between prisoners and free people, between Jews and Gentiles, Muslims and Christians, Protestants and Catholics, Greek Catholics and Latin Catholics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a lot of road crossing to do. We are all very busy in our own circles. We have our own people to go to and our own affairs to take care of. But if we could cross the street once in a while and pay attention to what is happening on the other side, we might become neighbours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6838850232483996312-7419895060607373376?l=rorysrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/7419895060607373376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6838850232483996312&amp;postID=7419895060607373376' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/7419895060607373376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/7419895060607373376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/2010/07/from-henri-nouwens-words-crossing-road.html' title=''/><author><name>Rory</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FyXp-cqqB8w/SOrWq_7ZSZI/AAAAAAAAARE/v3WhkOkC_yM/S220/IMG_4390.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6838850232483996312.post-4805542661621480130</id><published>2010-07-09T09:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T09:47:48.211-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>'Look for God everywhere'&lt;br /&gt;By PASTOR RORY SWENSON&lt;br /&gt;Park United Methodist Church&lt;br /&gt;Someday I would like to visit Japan. One of the places I would visit would be the Buddha of Kamakura. It is an ancient pilgrimage place near the sea with several monasteries and temples, gardens and museums. I have read that the Kamkura Buddha stands above the trees and buildings. He sits in the lotus posture with his right palm cradled by the left hand. The size of this statue is so big that twelve monks can sit lined up across his two thumbs. The Buddha figure is worn by the weather and there is a story about why he is outside and not covered or protected by a temple as one might expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time when the Kamakura Buddha was first built, there was a huge wooden temple to house him. But almost as soon as the great structure was finished and decorated, a great storm hit the coast and destroyed the temple. The monks did not want to leave the Buddha uncovered so they began to collect money and materials to build another temple for the great statue. This took decades but again the Buddha was sheltered. A few years later there was a fire that left only the Buddha among the ashes. This happened again; the shrine was built, but then destroyed again in a few years by the elements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, in more recent memory, a priest tried to raise funds and workers for a structure to house the Buddha figure. Money poured in for the project. Then one night he had a dream and in the dream the Buddha was speaking to him. He was frightened at first but the serenity of the Buddha helped him to become calm. The Buddha was clearly saying in the dream that he did not want anyone to build a temple for him. He was told "The temple is a prison. It contains me and squeezes me into a space far too small. It is never a home. Leave me outside with the weather and the elements and the people. Let me be exposed to all the changes and ravages of life, to the warmth of the sun and to the horizons and all the people. I belong here, outside on the earth, with the people in the world. " And so another temple was not built.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell that story because I think of my own spiritual tradition. I can hear God, saying in Jesus Christ, "let me be with the people." We call this the doctrine of the incarnation, or we can hear the promise of Jesus to be with us always, or think of the Holy Spirit among us. Our God is still "Immanuel ,God with us": wanting to go beyond the walls of sanctuaries and institutions. Jesus went outside the temple system of his day, traveled the roads and ate with the common and the outcast. He calls us to follow him there. Our spiritual truth says we can look for Jesus in the sick and the homeless, in the ravages of life. As Christians doesn't that mean we should also get out of our "temples" more? We can't keep God to ourselves. Are we being the church outside of our church buildings? Look for God everywhere. That's our homework for the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story adapted from "We Live Inside a Story," by Megan McKenna, New City Press 2010.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6838850232483996312-4805542661621480130?l=rorysrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/4805542661621480130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6838850232483996312&amp;postID=4805542661621480130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/4805542661621480130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/4805542661621480130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/2010/07/look-for-god-everywhere-by-pastor-rory.html' title=''/><author><name>Rory</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FyXp-cqqB8w/SOrWq_7ZSZI/AAAAAAAAARE/v3WhkOkC_yM/S220/IMG_4390.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6838850232483996312.post-8301002252502535130</id><published>2010-07-09T07:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T07:39:21.229-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Possible footnote for the parable of the Good Samaritan</title><content type='html'>HOW IS IT that sometimes subtly, sometimes with a sudden startle, God breaks through the thick fog of our collective blindness? Our lives confront us with the inevitable experience of suffering: our own suffering, the suffering we cause to others, the pain we experience in and with the suffering of others. “Pay attention,” says the voice of God within us, “Here is an opportunity to deepen your relationship with me! You will find me when your heart breaks open with compassionate love for all of creation. But you must let the suffering touch you deeply enough that you begin to see your own path as a path of compassion on behalf of all living creatures.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Elaine M. Prevallet &lt;br /&gt;Weavings: A Journal of the Christian Spiritual Life &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From “With Open Eyes: Discerning the Pattern of God’s Presence,” pp. 29-30, Weavings: A Journal of the Christian Spiritual Life, vol.25, no. 3. 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Yesterday I had two funerals. I also had two funerals on the previous Friday and before that I had funeral services on two consecutive Saturdays. That's 14 funerals so far this year. But with each service I do, I spend time listening to a family tell about their loved one. I guide them with a series of questions about the person's work, interests etc and then I ask: "What did this person teach you about life?" Maybe I ask that question for my own benefit as well. I hear some wisdom in each person and it is often something I need to hear.&lt;br /&gt;Today I have a wedding in the afternoon and this morning I will open up the church so the choral ensemble "From Age to Age" can rehearse. They will be singing at both services tomorrow. Maybe, yet this morning,if it doesn't rain, I will mow the lawn again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here at the parsonage, all the carpet has been removed from the basement. That also means that we have basement furniture and boxes in the garage or the dining room or squeezed into a side room downstairs. All this was the result of a leaking shower drain but I am blessed with wonderful trustees who said this was just the excuse they needed to get rid of the dark wall paneling down there and add the new carpeting they have wanted to do any way. I am hoping it will all be done in time for my sister's visit in mid July. &lt;br /&gt;Sara's garden is growing wildly. Nick has graduated from the Perpich Fine Arts High School, we had his open house, and he should be coming home soon from a great week in a Theatre festival in Lincoln Nebraska. Beth is in Michigan seeing her parents. Sara is keeping busy with her two jobs, as the administrative assistant at the Congregational church in the mornings and an Applebees server in the afternoons or evenings. She is still not sure if she will attend Iliff in the fall or wait until January.&lt;br /&gt;Sara has also updated her writing blog so check that link out.&lt;br /&gt;Rory&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6838850232483996312-2671334116075262815?l=rorysrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/2671334116075262815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6838850232483996312&amp;postID=2671334116075262815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/2671334116075262815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/2671334116075262815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/2010/06/late-june-rambling.html' title='Late June rambling'/><author><name>Rory</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FyXp-cqqB8w/SOrWq_7ZSZI/AAAAAAAAARE/v3WhkOkC_yM/S220/IMG_4390.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6838850232483996312.post-5926935001310899249</id><published>2010-06-10T07:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T07:26:52.654-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LET US BEGIN TO SEE beyond race, beyond culture, beyond gender, beyond sexual orientation, beyond religion, beyond all these externals and see each other as God’s beloved. When we relate to others as God relates to us, our sense of being God’s beloved deepens even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Trevor Hudson &lt;br /&gt;The Way of Transforming Discipleship &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From p. 25 of &lt; em&gt;The Way of Transforming Discipleship by Trevor Hudson and Stephen D. Bryant. 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Sarah Palin and others have oversimplified and misrepresented the religious beliefs of the nation's founding fathers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delegates to the Constitutional Convention did not want government to favor Christianity, he said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They did not set out to have a Christian nation," Marty said Tuesday at Reid Chapel in the first of several lectures sponsored by the Baptist Joint Committee. "It would have been very easy to set that out." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marty will conclude the Shurden lecture series today at 10:30 a.m. in Hodges Chapel at the Beeson Divinity School at Samford. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said Tuesday that George Washington, a churchgoing Episcopalian who never took communion, used at least 28 different terms for God in his writings. He made every effort to be inclusive and nonsectarian, referring to the deity with words such as Providence, Heaven and Benevolent One. "They were looking for a language that would enlarge the context," Marty said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nine of the 13 colonies had established churches, either Anglican or Congregationalist, and the founders wanted to avoid establishing religion for the nation while being tolerant of differing religious beliefs, Marty said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marty, author of "Righteous Empire: The Protestant Experience in America" and numerous other books, said in an interview that the founders have been distorted for political purposes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's not honest," Marty said. "They say pluralism is our problem. Pluralism is our common story." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearly, the founders touted a virtuous citizenry and believed religion helped serve that purpose, he said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They cared about virtue, and they believed religion was backing that," Marty said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they also feared the tyranny of a government-backed clergy class, he said. Religion in America has thrived precisely because it was not backed or funded by government, he said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U.S. religious expression has relied on the power of persuasion and evangelism, unlike in Europe, where state churches relied on funding from government to survive. The state churches of Europe declined and are moribund because they do not appeal to or serve the public well, Marty said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's harmful for churches and other religious institutions to be privileged," he told Samford students. "We're much better off with protection and freedom."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6838850232483996312-3779415527005946530?l=rorysrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/3779415527005946530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6838850232483996312&amp;postID=3779415527005946530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/3779415527005946530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/3779415527005946530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/2010/04/history-lesson.html' title='History lesson'/><author><name>Rory</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FyXp-cqqB8w/SOrWq_7ZSZI/AAAAAAAAARE/v3WhkOkC_yM/S220/IMG_4390.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6838850232483996312.post-2533381854212516828</id><published>2010-04-17T21:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T21:55:34.538-05:00</updated><title type='text'>something to post</title><content type='html'>My apologies for the lack of blog entries. I copy notes more often at the Park church facebook fan page.  I can give you this advance copy of what I will put in the church newsletter for May:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember those coloring contests where it seems like the winners  were the ones who never colored across the lines?   I wanted to be that kind of a good "colorer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Later on, I learned that art wasn't about just painting by number or filling in someone else's lines.  Sometimes you need to work with blank paper or  embellish and design beyond the printed lines.  I am still trying to learn that lesson.  My life has been mostly about  staying within the lines. I am not that big on rule breaking and I know about the importance of healthy boundaries. But that simply doesn't get to the art of  faithful living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike Yaconelli wrote  a good lesson for me in his book, &lt;em&gt;Dangerous Wonder &lt;/em&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Most of my life I heard the message loud and clear that Christianity was all about coloring within the lines and coloring well. If I was a good Christian, if I loved Jesus and wanted to please Him, if I read my Bible, prayed, and went to church, then I would get better and better at coloring. And if I lived a long and godly life, I would eventually be able to draw close to the perfect drawing.  Wherever that message came from, it was a lie. I am fifty-five years old and my coloring still looks like it was done by a two year old. I believe God looks at my coloring and says, “Hmmmmm. You certainly like the color green! Lots of passion in this stroke. I like it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even as I write those words, I can hear the “concern” of those who worry about others misunderstanding the gospel. “You’re not suggesting, are you, that nothing matters to God? Certainly, God has standards!”  What I am suggesting is that God’s grace is so outside the lines of our understanding that we can only stand in awe and wonder. Christianity is not about learning how to live within the lines; Christianity is about the joy of coloring. The grace of God is preposterous enough to accept as beautiful a coloring that anyone else would reject as ugly"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this coloring analogy  describes God in some other ways as well. God , too has been showing us  the way  to be creative in the art of soul work and  True Life.  Eventually we have to get beyond just  coloring  between the lines.   God has given a Bible full of illustrations and  examples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it came to the line between heaven and earth; Jesus was God's way of coloring across the line!  Our Gospel is that the  line between us and God, has been colored over with forgiveness.    Jesus was always coloring across religious and social  lines when he ate with "tax collectors and sinners" There were people in his days who didn't like the way he did his coloring. That's probably still true.  The resurrection of Christ, is all about God coloring across the heavy lines of death. St. Paul says that "in Christ there is neither  slave nor free; Jew nor  Gentile, male nor female". Sound s like coloring across the lines to me!  God colors outside the lines with grace. John Wesley too, even with his strict "method's” was a person who colored outside the lines when he preached outdoors and went to the people who were not inside the lines of the church's doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Pentecost is on May 23 and it  is a great story about God not staying in the lines. The Holy Spirit will blow across the boundaries of language , culture and nations. God will color all over the world! Can we see it as the coloring work of love!  We still  need to get out the color crayons and let God teach us how to be creative again. We are repeatedly  hearing that  we need to do more coloring outside of the church, Can we color across the lines with new ways of doing  business, trying different things in worship, being more inviting to others, and learning new  things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pentecost teaches us to get out the color" red", for spirit, and fire and enthusiasm and courage, and reach out across the lines. Color with the power of wild wind!  Art, like Christianity, is about being inspired, beyond the lines  That's Pentecost.  Let's go and do some coloring, with joy!              Pastor Rory&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6838850232483996312-2533381854212516828?l=rorysrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/2533381854212516828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6838850232483996312&amp;postID=2533381854212516828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/2533381854212516828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/2533381854212516828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/2010/04/something-to-post.html' title='something to post'/><author><name>Rory</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FyXp-cqqB8w/SOrWq_7ZSZI/AAAAAAAAARE/v3WhkOkC_yM/S220/IMG_4390.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6838850232483996312.post-4176716354015710743</id><published>2010-03-27T07:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T07:08:16.591-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FyXp-cqqB8w/S631IUUR0mI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/uCzMjRLnE_k/s1600/Fra_Angelico_Triumphant_Entry_sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 306px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FyXp-cqqB8w/S631IUUR0mI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/uCzMjRLnE_k/s400/Fra_Angelico_Triumphant_Entry_sm.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453284247057060450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6838850232483996312-4176716354015710743?l=rorysrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/4176716354015710743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6838850232483996312&amp;postID=4176716354015710743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/4176716354015710743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/4176716354015710743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Rory</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FyXp-cqqB8w/SOrWq_7ZSZI/AAAAAAAAARE/v3WhkOkC_yM/S220/IMG_4390.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FyXp-cqqB8w/S631IUUR0mI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/uCzMjRLnE_k/s72-c/Fra_Angelico_Triumphant_Entry_sm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6838850232483996312.post-6585146732707422303</id><published>2010-03-24T06:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T06:49:02.565-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No one can quench the life that Christ has resurrected. Neither death nor all the banners of death and hatred raised against him and against his church can prevail. He is the victorious one! Just as he will thrive in an unending Easter, so we must accompany him in a Lent and a Holy Week of cross, sacrifice, and martyrdom. As he said, blessed are they who are not scandalized by his cross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lent, thus, is a call to celebrate our redemption in that difficult combination of cross and victory. Our people are well prepared to do so these days: all that surrounds us proclaims the cross. But those who have Christian faith and hope know that behind this calvary of El Salvador lies our Easter, our resurrection. That is the Christian people’s hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These words were spoken the week before Archbishop Romero's assassination in El Salvador 30 years ago today, March 24, 1980.&lt;br /&gt;Source:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * Oscar Romero Faith and Solidarity Network in the Americas&lt;br /&gt;from inward/outward&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6838850232483996312-6585146732707422303?l=rorysrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/6585146732707422303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6838850232483996312&amp;postID=6585146732707422303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/6585146732707422303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/6585146732707422303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/2010/03/no-one-can-quench-life-that-christ-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Rory</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FyXp-cqqB8w/SOrWq_7ZSZI/AAAAAAAAARE/v3WhkOkC_yM/S220/IMG_4390.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6838850232483996312.post-2556230522182182428</id><published>2010-03-24T03:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T03:30:18.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rob Bell</title><content type='html'>http://www.viddler.com/explore/GoodNewsTo/videos/11/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6838850232483996312-2556230522182182428?l=rorysrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/2556230522182182428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6838850232483996312&amp;postID=2556230522182182428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/2556230522182182428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/2556230522182182428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/2010/03/rob-bell.html' title='Rob Bell'/><author><name>Rory</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FyXp-cqqB8w/SOrWq_7ZSZI/AAAAAAAAARE/v3WhkOkC_yM/S220/IMG_4390.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6838850232483996312.post-3871075768331084409</id><published>2010-03-18T04:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T05:08:07.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'>India 1</title><content type='html'>Hello! This is Sara.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I’m really not sure where to begin (which, I am told, are not strong words for a beginning). I have seen, heard, felt, smelt, and been dealt so much since the beginning of this trip, that I can hardly begin to pin down words to suitably describe our adventures. For instance, the word “yellow” does nothing to describe a mirror-embroidered sari reflecting glints of sunlight off of a woman’s shoulders as she perches on the back of her husband’s motorcycle, clinging to his shoulders. The word “yellow” cannot capture the motion of her fluttering scarf as it trails a mile behind her in traffic, with rickshaw honking after the bike, the whole highway constantly threatened by the insistent vibrations of blaring car horns. “Green” cannot capture the camera-shy twist of a parrot’s wings as it dives in and out of the plastered walls of a collapsing mosque. “Demure” does nothing for the painted eyes of an Indian woman as she ducks away from the street stalls of shouting hawkers, glances trained to her bruised toes. “Corpulent” comes close, but is still an ineffective word for the round belly and sweating face of the leering cab operator who has politely robbed us of eight-hundred rupees.&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, of course – words can do nothing for experience. However, I will do my best to describe our adventures here with my scant cover of language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some older paragraphs I wrote, long before  I really knew what we were about to encounter. They won’t get you to India, but they will get you halfway here:&lt;br /&gt;The moment one steps through the doors of an airport terminal, all personal identity ceases. We become a singular rush of colors, shoes, and suitcases. Some faces are distinctive. A few voices rise above the guttural rumble of a thousand bodies: “You sir! Are you flying Delta this morning? Ma’am! Might I interest you… Look at the dog! Mommy I’m HUNGRY; don’t bite strangers! Henry sit down or we’ll go back to Mexico,” but with a loss of identity comes a loss of memory. Details become like wet rocks, impossible to cling to in the liquid rush.&lt;br /&gt;Flights become long and indistinguishable. In eight hours of sitting without standing, meals served, a tango of plastic water glasses, it is easy to watch three films back-to-back without acknowledging the passage of six hours. One’s familiarity, sleep patterns, and hunger are left on the ground. There is no difference between day and night. Three days are one, and time zones fluctuate like the readings on a Richter meter. Thus stripped of personal identity and human physicality, we fly, encased in our seats, cryogenically frozen but wide awake.&lt;br /&gt;Tracking through my vague memory of our flights is like watching a tape being rewound. Somewhere in the static and whine was a stop in Amsterdam. Everything was square there, and the ceilings were low. The usage of color was drastically different from the hermetically sealed white walls of our airports.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6838850232483996312-3871075768331084409?l=rorysrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/3871075768331084409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6838850232483996312&amp;postID=3871075768331084409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/3871075768331084409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/3871075768331084409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/2010/03/india-1.html' title='India 1'/><author><name>Rory</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FyXp-cqqB8w/SOrWq_7ZSZI/AAAAAAAAARE/v3WhkOkC_yM/S220/IMG_4390.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6838850232483996312.post-796039788444184493</id><published>2010-03-03T09:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T10:00:35.066-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Odd or God?</title><content type='html'>Here is a synchronicity, connections story. Yesterday I helped Sara put up some bookshelves and as she was deciding how to shelve them we talked about definitions of classical literature and I made  a comment that it's probably not by the number of books sold because Chairman Mao's Little Red Book had been the most published book but it probably isn't "great" literature. Sara had not heard  of it and I told her that I had a copy somewhere, probably downstairs on a book shelf. As we searched for the little red book I found a couple of old Red Bird Missionary Conference journals and the 1987 one was printed with a red cover. I remembered that I was  in a photograph that year so I showed it to Sara. It was a picture of the Harry Denman evangelism award being presented to the Manchester UMC that I had served.&lt;br /&gt;Then as long as Sara and I were looking at those seldom visited book shelves, I noticed (why?)  an old plain covered book and wanted to see what it was. It was E Stanley Jones' book on Gandhi and since we were headed to India this month, I thought  I would look it over further. I opened the cover to have Harry Denman's signature jump out at me. He had given it to soembody. I had not realized this before  and when I bought this used book in Boston , seminary days, in 1981 I probably didn't even know who Harry Denman was!   So now I am reading the book on Gandhi and appreciating Harry Denman's autograph.  But what coincidence!&lt;br /&gt; ...Books, to Red Book, to red covered copy of the Red Bird Missionary conference, to Harry Denman award, to Harry Denman signature, to Gandhi, India, and our going to India?  What next?  Actually in hindsight I could add a couple of more connections to this string!  (The lay couple I worked with at the Joy Center in Kentucky were the Denmans!)&lt;br /&gt;But all of this is just an example for my point, or question.  Do things like this happen often and we just don't  notice them?  Is it random, meaningful, or just curiously interesting? Does this work into your sense of God or spirituality?   What is odd, is that I very quickly ,intuitively connected these events as being related!    Why?  How do you interpret those kind of things in your life?&lt;br /&gt;Rambling on....to what next?&lt;br /&gt;Rory&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6838850232483996312-796039788444184493?l=rorysrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/796039788444184493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6838850232483996312&amp;postID=796039788444184493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/796039788444184493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/796039788444184493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/2010/03/odd-or-god.html' title='Odd or God?'/><author><name>Rory</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FyXp-cqqB8w/SOrWq_7ZSZI/AAAAAAAAARE/v3WhkOkC_yM/S220/IMG_4390.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6838850232483996312.post-1177017131497292514</id><published>2010-02-24T21:46:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T21:46:27.781-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>At a shopping mall in Albury, Australia there was sign over a large area in the mall. It said; “Centre of life.” Maybe somebody might think that shopping was the “center of life'” but when we went to explore the sign, we saw that it marked the food court dining area. Now, of course, food itself may not be the center of life either, but in the church we also have pointed to a dining table and food as the center of our identity and worship life. Holy Communion, or the Lord's Supper, is the center of life for us. We are centered in the fellowship of Christ where we share together this feast of faith, hope and love. Christianity is a community of grace, hospitality and welcome. God's table is at the center of life for us. There is a place for you! Share the invitation!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6838850232483996312-1177017131497292514?l=rorysrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/1177017131497292514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6838850232483996312&amp;postID=1177017131497292514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/1177017131497292514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/1177017131497292514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/2010/02/at-shopping-mall-in-albury-australia.html' title=''/><author><name>Rory</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FyXp-cqqB8w/SOrWq_7ZSZI/AAAAAAAAARE/v3WhkOkC_yM/S220/IMG_4390.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6838850232483996312.post-336031053364595007</id><published>2010-02-17T07:36:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T07:36:59.968-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O GOD, who makes all things new, new stars, new dust, new life; take my heart, every hardened edge and measured beat, and create something new in me. I need your newness, God, the rough parts of me me made smooth; the stagnant, stirred, the stuck, freed; the unkind, forgiven. And then, by the power of your Spirit, I need to be turned toward Love again. Amen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Pamela Hawkins &lt;br /&gt;The Awkward Season: Prayers for Lent &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From p. 30 of The Awkward Season: Prayers for Lent. Copyright (C) 2009 by Pamela Hawkins.&lt;br /&gt;via Upper Room web site&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6838850232483996312-336031053364595007?l=rorysrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/336031053364595007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6838850232483996312&amp;postID=336031053364595007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/336031053364595007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/336031053364595007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/2010/02/o-god-who-makes-all-things-new-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Rory</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FyXp-cqqB8w/SOrWq_7ZSZI/AAAAAAAAARE/v3WhkOkC_yM/S220/IMG_4390.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6838850232483996312.post-3355341093162484119</id><published>2010-02-12T16:48:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T16:48:42.519-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lent and Green Space</title><content type='html'>Green Space.&lt;br /&gt;City planners and developers know the idea of having green space. We cannot have all concrete and buildings. We need boulevards, hedges, setbacks and parks with grass and trees. It is spiritually true as well. You need green space in your life. We cannot be all work and business. Sabbath is green space; so is prayer, joy, beauty, rest, laughter and pleasure. These are not luxuries, but necessities! Are you planning and protecting green space for you and those around you. Are you spending time there?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6838850232483996312-3355341093162484119?l=rorysrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/3355341093162484119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6838850232483996312&amp;postID=3355341093162484119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/3355341093162484119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/3355341093162484119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/2010/02/lent-and-green-space.html' title='Lent and Green Space'/><author><name>Rory</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FyXp-cqqB8w/SOrWq_7ZSZI/AAAAAAAAARE/v3WhkOkC_yM/S220/IMG_4390.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6838850232483996312.post-3791389448423621838</id><published>2010-02-12T11:06:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T11:09:06.812-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ash Wednesday Wisdom&lt;br /&gt;Bishop Sally Dyck's recent blog article invited us to think about the Haiti earthquake and what it might be like to be trapped and wondering if you will even be found. She told of some trapped persons singing hymns together during the 55 hours of waiting. She then asks us to think of what hymn or scriptures we might recall or recite if we were in some similar situation. We were invited to post our thoughts as comments. Frankly, it's not a thought I want to go very deeply into. Oh yes,  I could think of my favorite reassuring verse or songs, but to really contemplate my death....and what my final thoughts would be; I would rather not do that even though the recent tragic situations do push us to those imaginations. As a pastor, with you, it has also come much too often as we gather for those funerals and memorials in the church family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, our Christian spiritual journey does push us exactly into that unpopular corner of pondering our mortality. It is not just the fear based ranting of an old time preacher announcing that you could die tonight! We intentionality have a few special days assigned for it  All Saints Sunday is one, Easter too! But it gets specifically named in the up-coming season of Lent and Ash Wednesday  Its not a well attended day in most of our Protestant churches and , many  don't even acknowledge it. The day of the Ashes smudged on us with the solemn words "Remember that you are dust and to dust you will return;" is a deeply honest recognition of our mortality, our fragile giftedness upon the earth. It is not meant to be a day of groveling in morbidness. It is reverently naming a truth of who we are. Even in the ashes, we are marked for life in Jesus Christ and are marked with hope as God's beloved people. Death will be a part of the journey in Life. Our denial only distorts the spiritual condition. &lt;br /&gt;In my journal I have pasted some pages based on  Stephen Levine's research project called "The  Year to Live.” Levine teaches in  the areas of grief and terminal illness.  He worked with questions such as : If you thought the coming year would be your last, what changes would you make in your life? Who would you connect with? Would you have any regrets? Then in his “project” he acted as if he would be alive for only one more year. He reviewed past events, both good and bad, that had impacted his life. He was inspired to show his gratitude and appreciation to the many people who had  touched his life in positive ways. He developed a more loving and compassionate view of the world. He found  strength to forgive past hurts and resentments that he had been hanging on to. The thought of dying allowed him to find the courage to commit to living a full life, and in a way to overcome the fear of death. When you are living on borrowed time, every minute counts. His project was less about completing "a bucket list" of adventures, than about doing good, volunteering, encouraging others;  living more gently, reflecting on life, from a different Light. I think that is  ultimately what the Lenten ashes are meant to do. You are dust, but the Lenten discipline calls us to a time of reflection, reorganizing, considering the direction of life. We are dust but this dust too, is held and formed into life by the hand and breath of God; creator of heaven and earth. Maybe Mary Oliver has the spirit when she says “To live in this world you must be able to do three things: to love what is mortal; to hold it against your bones knowing your own life depends on it; and, when the time comes to let it go, to let it go."  ~ Mary Oliver ~ (American Primitive)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace, &lt;br /&gt;(also printed in the Park newsletter)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6838850232483996312-3791389448423621838?l=rorysrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/3791389448423621838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6838850232483996312&amp;postID=3791389448423621838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/3791389448423621838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/3791389448423621838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/2010/02/ash-wednesday-wisdom-bishop-sally-dycks.html' title=''/><author><name>Rory</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FyXp-cqqB8w/SOrWq_7ZSZI/AAAAAAAAARE/v3WhkOkC_yM/S220/IMG_4390.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6838850232483996312.post-2911402064237396696</id><published>2010-02-06T20:38:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T20:41:43.832-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As Sara and I plan to join Beth on her next trip to Mumbai in March  I have been trying to find out about the methodist church and came up with this info from http://new.gbgm-umc.org/advance/resources/news/?C=6088&amp;i=26320&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slumdog Millionaire" and the True Story of Hope in Methodist Street Children's Ministries&lt;br /&gt;"Slumdog Millionaire" swept the Academy Awards. Yet the subject of the movie is not new to the Methodist Ministry in Mumbai, India, which has been helping street children for decades. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tune in to this three-minute video to witness the real-life story of hope for street children in Mumbai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Methodist Church in Mumbai supports 20 centers for street children in 13 impoverished communities. Children from 1 to 14 years old have a safe place to receive a meal, health care, recreation, and a simple education. Older children are taught technical skills like chalk making and weaving. The children also learn Bollywood dance steps. After all, Mumbai is home to the largest film industry in the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As portrayed so well in the movie, 'Slumdog Millionaire,' many street children are forced into a life of begging either by family members or by unscrupulous adults who used them for their own gain," said Max Marble, Office of Creative Ministries, The United Methodist Church, Missouri Conference, and the maker of the series "MissionCast." "It is my hope that the movie will continue to draw attention to the plight of street children the world over." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Support these United Methodist Advance projects to continue providing hope to the street children of Mumbai. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3020560 - Talents Intended for Development and Enterprise (Mumbai)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3020515 - Technical Training for Street Children (Mumbai)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#212383 - Women Equality and Development of the Community Outreach Program (Mumbai)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6838850232483996312-2911402064237396696?l=rorysrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/2911402064237396696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6838850232483996312&amp;postID=2911402064237396696' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/2911402064237396696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/2911402064237396696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/2010/02/as-sara-and-i-plan-to-join-beth-on-her.html' title=''/><author><name>Rory</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FyXp-cqqB8w/SOrWq_7ZSZI/AAAAAAAAARE/v3WhkOkC_yM/S220/IMG_4390.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6838850232483996312.post-7457503797721768506</id><published>2010-02-06T08:31:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T17:48:57.747-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ALLOWING OURSELVES TO MOURN develops our capacity to feel life’s joys. I believe that positive and negative emotions are two sides of the same coin. Of course, many of us would prefer to experience and deal with only positive feelings. We often feel uncomfortable with our own or others’ sadness, anger, disappointments, fears. … As we learn to feel all our feelings, we explore what it means to be fully human, to be all that God created us to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Mary Lou Redding &lt;br /&gt;The Power of a Focused Heart: 8 Lessons from the Beatitudes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From p. 31 of The Power of a Focused Heart: 8 Life Lessons from the Beatitudes by Mary Lou Redding. Copyright (c) 2006 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also this similar thought:   God turns you from one feeling to another and teaches by means of opposites, so that you have two wings to fly, not one.&lt;br /&gt;— Rumi quoted in Love Is a Fire by Llewellyn Vaughan-Lee&lt;br /&gt; by way of Spirituality and Practice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6838850232483996312-7457503797721768506?l=rorysrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/7457503797721768506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6838850232483996312&amp;postID=7457503797721768506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/7457503797721768506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/7457503797721768506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/2010/02/allowing-ourselves-to-mourn-develops.html' title=''/><author><name>Rory</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FyXp-cqqB8w/SOrWq_7ZSZI/AAAAAAAAARE/v3WhkOkC_yM/S220/IMG_4390.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6838850232483996312.post-2276761585381960905</id><published>2010-02-04T19:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T19:53:04.281-06:00</updated><title type='text'>from Verse and Voice at Sojourners</title><content type='html'>Silence frees us from the need to control others ... A frantic stream of words flows from us in an attempt to straighten others out. We want so desperately for them to agree with us, to see things our way. We evaluate people, judge people, condemn people. We devour people with our words. Silence is one of the deepest Disciplines of the Spirit simply because it puts the stopper on that.&lt;br /&gt;- Richard Foster, from his book Freedom of Simplicity&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6838850232483996312-2276761585381960905?l=rorysrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/2276761585381960905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6838850232483996312&amp;postID=2276761585381960905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/2276761585381960905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/2276761585381960905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/2010/02/from-verse-and-voice-at-sojourners.html' title='from Verse and Voice at Sojourners'/><author><name>Rory</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FyXp-cqqB8w/SOrWq_7ZSZI/AAAAAAAAARE/v3WhkOkC_yM/S220/IMG_4390.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6838850232483996312.post-949973571161149942</id><published>2010-02-02T21:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T21:44:58.919-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Let us remind the frivolous how much they need to gird up their loins and flight like gladiators against the common enemies of humanity. And let us also remind the earnest contenders for all good causes how much life needs the illumination of beauty, the enrichment of art, the refinement of grace, the stimulus of rhythm, and the leaven of laughter. Life is a struggle and life is also a dance." Winfred Garrison, Affirmative Religion, 1928&lt;br /&gt;copied from http://religiousliberal.blogspot.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6838850232483996312-949973571161149942?l=rorysrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/949973571161149942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6838850232483996312&amp;postID=949973571161149942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/949973571161149942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/949973571161149942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/2010/02/let-us-remind-frivolous-how-much-they.html' title=''/><author><name>Rory</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FyXp-cqqB8w/SOrWq_7ZSZI/AAAAAAAAARE/v3WhkOkC_yM/S220/IMG_4390.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6838850232483996312.post-9131028405218569223</id><published>2010-01-24T07:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T07:12:21.559-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Henri Nouwen:&lt;br /&gt;Forgiveness, the Cement of Community Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Community is not possible without the willingness to forgive one another "seventy-seven times" (see Matthew 18:22). Forgiveness is the cement of community life. Forgiveness holds us together through good and bad times, and it allows us to grow in mutual love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what is there to forgive or to ask forgiveness for? As people who have hearts that long for perfect love, we have to forgive one another for not being able to give or receive that perfect love in our everyday lives. Our many needs constantly interfere with our desire to be there for the other unconditionally. Our love is always limited by spoken or unspoken conditions. What needs to be forgiven? We need to forgive one another for not being God!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6838850232483996312-9131028405218569223?l=rorysrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/9131028405218569223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6838850232483996312&amp;postID=9131028405218569223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/9131028405218569223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/9131028405218569223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/2010/01/henri-nouwen-forgiveness-cement-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Rory</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FyXp-cqqB8w/SOrWq_7ZSZI/AAAAAAAAARE/v3WhkOkC_yM/S220/IMG_4390.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6838850232483996312.post-6660326405707681143</id><published>2010-01-23T08:31:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T08:31:19.210-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WE MUST LISTEN for God day by day. We must keep an ear open to our neighbor, an ear to our hearts, and a third ear to God. Faith is a journey led by God. We pause, wait, and listen for the Guide who speaks more often than not in a still, small voice that requires careful, patient attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- J. Marhsall Jenkins &lt;br /&gt;A Wakeful Faith: Spiritual Practice in the Real World &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From p. 69 of A Wakeful Faith: Spiritual Practice in the Real World by J. Marshall Jenkins. Copyright (c) 2000 by J. Marshall Jenkins. Published by The Upper Room. All Rights Reserved&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6838850232483996312-6660326405707681143?l=rorysrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/6660326405707681143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6838850232483996312&amp;postID=6660326405707681143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/6660326405707681143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/6660326405707681143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/2010/01/we-must-listen-for-god-day-by-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Rory</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FyXp-cqqB8w/SOrWq_7ZSZI/AAAAAAAAARE/v3WhkOkC_yM/S220/IMG_4390.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6838850232483996312.post-8001698400566292334</id><published>2010-01-18T13:45:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T13:45:54.082-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Philanthropy is commendable, but it must not cause the philanthropist to overlook the circumstances of economic injustice which make philanthropy necessary.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Martin Luther King Jr. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;copied from Verse and Voice, Sojourners&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6838850232483996312-8001698400566292334?l=rorysrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/8001698400566292334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6838850232483996312&amp;postID=8001698400566292334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/8001698400566292334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/8001698400566292334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/2010/01/philanthropy-is-commendable-but-it-must.html' title=''/><author><name>Rory</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FyXp-cqqB8w/SOrWq_7ZSZI/AAAAAAAAARE/v3WhkOkC_yM/S220/IMG_4390.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6838850232483996312.post-1960018717046707220</id><published>2010-01-13T21:36:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T21:45:23.061-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For Haiti.......&lt;br /&gt;http://new.gbgm-umc.org/umcor/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gifts to support UMCOR's Haiti Relief efforts can be made to Haiti Emergency, UMCOR Advance #418325. Checks can be made to UMCOR with Advance #418325 Haiti Emergency in the memo line. Checks can be put in the church's offering plate or mailed to UMCOR, PO Box 9068, New York, NY 10087&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100% of gifts made to this advance will go to help the people of Haiti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UMCOR Sager Brown is coordinating a shipment of health kits to provide individuals with basic necessities. Instructions for assembling and shipping health kits are available at http://new.gbgm-umc.org/umcor/getconnected/supplies/health-kit/.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for all of the people affected by the earthquake in Haiti. Thank you for your faithful support for all of God’s children.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6838850232483996312-1960018717046707220?l=rorysrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/1960018717046707220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6838850232483996312&amp;postID=1960018717046707220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/1960018717046707220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/1960018717046707220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/2010/01/for-haiti.html' title=''/><author><name>Rory</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FyXp-cqqB8w/SOrWq_7ZSZI/AAAAAAAAARE/v3WhkOkC_yM/S220/IMG_4390.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6838850232483996312.post-1148687289642794677</id><published>2010-01-13T07:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T08:00:19.819-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Still, Small Voice of Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many voices ask for our attention. There is a voice that says, "Prove that you are a good person." Another voice says, "You'd better be ashamed of yourself." There also is a voice that says, "Nobody really cares about you," and one that says, "Be sure to become successful, popular, and powerful." But underneath all these often very noisy voices is a still, small voice that says, "You are my Beloved, my favor rests on you." That's the voice we need most of all to hear. To hear that voice, however, requires special effort; it requires solitude, silence, and a strong determination to listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what prayer is. It is listening to the voice that calls us "my Beloved."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the Henri Nouwen Daily Meditation email&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6838850232483996312-1148687289642794677?l=rorysrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/1148687289642794677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6838850232483996312&amp;postID=1148687289642794677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/1148687289642794677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/1148687289642794677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/2010/01/still-small-voice-of-love-many-voices.html' title=''/><author><name>Rory</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FyXp-cqqB8w/SOrWq_7ZSZI/AAAAAAAAARE/v3WhkOkC_yM/S220/IMG_4390.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6838850232483996312.post-3771857043604627957</id><published>2010-01-08T13:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T13:53:14.925-06:00</updated><title type='text'>KarmaTube: Gandhi's Kingsley Hall Address</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.karmatube.org/videos.php?id=232"&gt;KarmaTube: Gandhi&amp;#39;s Kingsley Hall Address&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6838850232483996312-3771857043604627957?l=rorysrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FyXp-cqqB8w/SOrWq_7ZSZI/AAAAAAAAARE/v3WhkOkC_yM/S220/IMG_4390.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6838850232483996312.post-4346486425723240693</id><published>2010-01-08T13:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T13:39:36.704-06:00</updated><title type='text'>iJourney: Receiving Each Day as an Invitation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.ijourney.org/index.php?tid=674"&gt;iJourney: Receiving Each Day as an Invitation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6838850232483996312-4346486425723240693?l=rorysrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.ijourney.org/index.php?tid=674' title='iJourney: Receiving Each Day as an Invitation'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FyXp-cqqB8w/SOrWq_7ZSZI/AAAAAAAAARE/v3WhkOkC_yM/S220/IMG_4390.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6838850232483996312.post-6419127004212956728</id><published>2010-01-08T07:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T07:30:10.618-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ETERNAL GOD, Give us discerning hearts to recognize the fear in our anger, the muffled hope in our cynicism, and the wounds we carry as weapons. Help us see ourselves as you see us, and love ourselves and others with your gracious love. Amen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Melissa Tidwell&lt;br /&gt;Alive Now &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Melissa Tidwell in Alive Now Magazine, January/February 2001, p. 20. Copyright (C) 2001 by The Upper Room. All Rights Reserved&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6838850232483996312-6419127004212956728?l=rorysrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/6419127004212956728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6838850232483996312&amp;postID=6419127004212956728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/6419127004212956728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/6419127004212956728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/2010/01/eternal-god-give-us-discerning-hearts.html' title=''/><author><name>Rory</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FyXp-cqqB8w/SOrWq_7ZSZI/AAAAAAAAARE/v3WhkOkC_yM/S220/IMG_4390.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6838850232483996312.post-181272151997652690</id><published>2010-01-07T19:59:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T19:59:45.306-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IN ORDER TO LIVE the life God yearns for us to have, we must let go of where we are now and what we love in order to live into the bigger place to which God is calling us.We have to be willing to endure chaos and not know where it will all end in order to experience new life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Valerie K. Isenhower and Judith A. Todd &lt;br /&gt;Living into the Answers: A Workbook for Personal Spiritual Discernment &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From p. 22 of Living into the Answers: A Workbook for Personal Spiritual Discernment by Valerie K. Isenhower and Judith A. Todd. Copyright © 2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6838850232483996312-181272151997652690?l=rorysrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/181272151997652690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6838850232483996312&amp;postID=181272151997652690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/181272151997652690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/181272151997652690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/2010/01/in-order-to-live-life-god-yearns-for-us.html' title=''/><author><name>Rory</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FyXp-cqqB8w/SOrWq_7ZSZI/AAAAAAAAARE/v3WhkOkC_yM/S220/IMG_4390.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6838850232483996312.post-7360759247978352286</id><published>2010-01-02T07:39:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T07:39:46.547-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THOUGH we are often inhospitable, God keeps coming, and without regard for a designated season is born in mystery where the known and unknown dance on the edge of the miraculous. Angels appear in human disguise, a hallelujah chorus surrounding us in the fields of this common earth we walk on and watch from. Behind paper windows are symbols we don’t yet recognize, and our unlighted candles burst into flame on altars we haven’t acknowledged. Around us the breathing of the animals is slow and deep, their expectant, steady gaze directed toward the rough door that is just beginning to open. Each night, the stars signal a new journey, and all year long God keeps coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Jeanne Lohmann &lt;br /&gt;Alive Now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From “God Keeps Coming” by Jeanne Lohmann in ALIVE NOW(R), November/December 2000, p. 56. Edited by George R. Graham. Copyright © 2000 by The Upper Room&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6838850232483996312-7360759247978352286?l=rorysrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/7360759247978352286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6838850232483996312&amp;postID=7360759247978352286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/7360759247978352286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/7360759247978352286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/2010/01/though-we-are-often-inhospitable-god.html' title=''/><author><name>Rory</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FyXp-cqqB8w/SOrWq_7ZSZI/AAAAAAAAARE/v3WhkOkC_yM/S220/IMG_4390.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6838850232483996312.post-664338463252093042</id><published>2010-01-01T19:23:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T19:23:50.647-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another good one one to read and ponder by Dan Dick at &lt;br /&gt;http://doroteos2.wordpress.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6838850232483996312-664338463252093042?l=rorysrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/664338463252093042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6838850232483996312&amp;postID=664338463252093042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/664338463252093042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/664338463252093042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/2010/01/another-good-one-one-to-read-and-ponder.html' title=''/><author><name>Rory</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FyXp-cqqB8w/SOrWq_7ZSZI/AAAAAAAAARE/v3WhkOkC_yM/S220/IMG_4390.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6838850232483996312.post-8646739932700064639</id><published>2010-01-01T16:47:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T16:47:26.124-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GOD OF NEW BEGINNINGS, guide me through the seasons of the coming year. Whatever joy or hardship I face, let me face it standing with you. Whatever building up or tearing down that I encounter, let me take action under your care. For you are the creator of every season. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Beth A. Richardson &lt;br /&gt;The Uncluttered Heart: Making Room for God During Advent and Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From p. 66 of The Uncluttered Heart. 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So be it.&lt;br /&gt;And the covenant which I have made on earth,&lt;br /&gt;let it be ratified in heaven. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD, IN THIS NEW YEAR, may I no longer be my own but yours. Put me to what you will; rank me with whom you will. &lt;br /&gt;Put me to doing; put me to suffering. &lt;br /&gt;Let me be employed for you or laid aside for you, exalted for you or brought low for you. &lt;br /&gt;Let me be full; let me be empty. &lt;br /&gt;Let me have all things; let me have nothing. &lt;br /&gt;I freely and heartily yield all things to your pleasure and disposal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, O glorious and blessed God — Creator, Redeemer, and Inspirer — you are mine, and I am yours. May this promise that I hereby make on earth be ratified in heaven. Amen. [An adaptation by W. Paul Jones of Wesley's Watchnight vows.] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- W. Paul Jones&lt;br /&gt;An Eclectic Almanac for the Faithful &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From p. 438 of An Eclectic Almanac for the Faithful by W. Paul Jones. Copyright © 2006 by W. Paul Jon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6838850232483996312-7712197705968747813?l=rorysrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/7712197705968747813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6838850232483996312&amp;postID=7712197705968747813' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/7712197705968747813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/7712197705968747813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/2009/12/wesleys-covenant-prayer-i-am-no-longer.html' title=''/><author><name>Rory</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FyXp-cqqB8w/SOrWq_7ZSZI/AAAAAAAAARE/v3WhkOkC_yM/S220/IMG_4390.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6838850232483996312.post-5171619028751231517</id><published>2009-12-26T08:25:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T08:25:46.298-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HOLY INFANT, we treasure you and the gift of love that you bring to us today. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Beth A. Richardson&lt;br /&gt;Child of the Light: Walking Through Advent and Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From page 89 of CHILD OF THE LIGHT: Walking through Advent and Christmas by Beth A. Richardson. Copyright (c) 2005 by Beth A. Richardson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6838850232483996312-5171619028751231517?l=rorysrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/5171619028751231517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6838850232483996312&amp;postID=5171619028751231517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/5171619028751231517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/5171619028751231517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/2009/12/holy-infant-we-treasure-you-and-gift-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Rory</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FyXp-cqqB8w/SOrWq_7ZSZI/AAAAAAAAARE/v3WhkOkC_yM/S220/IMG_4390.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6838850232483996312.post-672969205907654548</id><published>2009-12-21T15:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T15:28:42.947-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost Christmas</title><content type='html'>Christmas gift suggestions: To your enemy, forgiveness. To an opponent, tolerance. To a friend, your heart. To a customer, service. To all, charity. To every child, a good example. To yourself, respect.&lt;br /&gt;- Oren Arnold &lt;br /&gt;American editor and free-lance writer (1900-1980)&lt;br /&gt;(copied From Sojourners Verse and Voice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here at Park church the Advent and pre Christmas check list is getting checked.The choir cantata; the children's Christmas program, (Pastor Jeff hosted the Christmas open house this year again ..Thanks Jeff and Marianne!)....the order of services and sermons are almost done for the 5 PM and 11 PM Christmas eve , a host of other seasonal church program events are now over, and the Dec 27 bulletin is almost done. I could ramble on about another list of things to do; both work and/ or family related but who doesn't have a list like that! &lt;br /&gt;So I wish you the blessings of late advent, almost Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;May it be near and dear!&lt;br /&gt;Rory&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6838850232483996312-672969205907654548?l=rorysrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/672969205907654548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6838850232483996312&amp;postID=672969205907654548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/672969205907654548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/672969205907654548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/2009/12/almost-christmas.html' title='Almost Christmas'/><author><name>Rory</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FyXp-cqqB8w/SOrWq_7ZSZI/AAAAAAAAARE/v3WhkOkC_yM/S220/IMG_4390.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6838850232483996312.post-6701057974983864140</id><published>2009-12-12T08:14:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T08:19:43.193-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FyXp-cqqB8w/SyOmcp9dXUI/AAAAAAAAAZs/eQ1X1TfzvZ4/s1600-h/advent+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 79px; height: 94px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FyXp-cqqB8w/SyOmcp9dXUI/AAAAAAAAAZs/eQ1X1TfzvZ4/s400/advent+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414354188259646786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OFTEN I STAND on the edge of the light, afraid to believe, afraid to act, afraid that this story is too good to be true. But then in my better moments, when I listen closely to the story, move closer to the light, my fears seem to evaporate like an early morning mist, and I can believe again. I can believe that God who made all that is became clothed in our human flesh so that we might become clothed in God. I can believe that God claims me as a beloved child. I can believe that my days are in God’s strong and tender hands. I can believe that life is good, beautiful, and eternal. I can believe that not only my days but all days are in God’s good and able hands. I can believe, rejoice, and wait trustingly and expectantly for the unfolding of God’s promise given so many ways and most clearly in the Advent story. Thanks be to God! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Norman Shawchuck and Rueben P. Job &lt;br /&gt;A Guide to Prayer for All Who Seek God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From p. 24 of A Guide to Prayer for All Who Seek God, by Norman Shawchuck and Rueben P. Job Copyright © 2003 by the authors. 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It was a joy to be at my nephew, Josh's, wedding in Sioux Falls this past weekend. It was one of those rare times when most of the family was together. Watching my dad dance with several of his grand daughters was a highlight of the heart. I look forward to getting to know more of Katie, Josh's wife. Do I get to now call her a new niece or a niece-in law? The church choir cantata was held at the 9:30 service last Sunday and Jeff took care of the 11:15 service that included a baptism. &lt;br /&gt;We are involved with the Interfaith Hospitality Network this week so I have done a couple of transportation duties with an energetic family of four. Others from Park church have done overnight care, fixed suppers or doing activities, transportation and laundry. The big Candle light dinners are this Friday and Saturday so the church building is coming to its decorative peak! The new computers are installed at church so I am trying to learn Windows 7! My rambling could go on but I close with this quote that came from Sojourners today as the Verse and Voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God does not wait for us to become perfect and in possession of only high, pure thoughts and unmixed motives before [moving] through us. God waits only for the sign of faith.&lt;br /&gt;- Eugenia Price, American novelist and community activist (1916-1996&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6838850232483996312-4197093322040039002?l=rorysrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/4197093322040039002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6838850232483996312&amp;postID=4197093322040039002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/4197093322040039002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/4197093322040039002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/2009/12/dec-rambles.html' title='Dec Rambles'/><author><name>Rory</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FyXp-cqqB8w/SOrWq_7ZSZI/AAAAAAAAARE/v3WhkOkC_yM/S220/IMG_4390.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6838850232483996312.post-807002495763046880</id><published>2009-12-01T20:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T20:06:46.722-06:00</updated><title type='text'>World AIDS Day</title><content type='html'>THE HIV VIRUS is a thief that steals life. In our rural AIDS pediatric center, we focus on preventing the transmission of HIV from mother to child during childbirth. We struggle to get anti-retroviral medicine to children who have been forgotten by the world. We also seek to educate people about how to avoid becoming infected and infecting others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus never gave up trying to teach people about living abundantly. With God’s help, each of us must find ways to promote prevention, so that all people “may have life, and have it abundantly” (John 10:10). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- N. M. Samuel, M.D. (India) &lt;br /&gt;Prayers for Encouragement &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From p. 20 of Prayers for Encouragement: Hope for Persons Living with HIV and AIDS, Malaria, Tuberculosis, and Other Serious Diseases. Copyright © 2007 The Upper Room. All Rights Reserved&lt;br /&gt;via Upper Room&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6838850232483996312-807002495763046880?l=rorysrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/807002495763046880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6838850232483996312&amp;postID=807002495763046880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/807002495763046880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/807002495763046880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/2009/12/world-aids-day.html' title='World AIDS Day'/><author><name>Rory</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FyXp-cqqB8w/SOrWq_7ZSZI/AAAAAAAAARE/v3WhkOkC_yM/S220/IMG_4390.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6838850232483996312.post-1892290892937590082</id><published>2009-11-28T09:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T09:01:13.164-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer</title><content type='html'>URGENCY for the well-being of the earth is born in the heart of God. The divine desire moves through the world, seeking to make all creatures radiant with goodness and alive with righteousness. True prayer includes every desire of our own that helps align us with this loving movement of the Spirit. Once we realize this, we’re very close to prayer “without ceasing” (1 Thess. 5:17).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Robert Corin Morris &lt;br /&gt;Wrestling with Grace: A Spirituality for the Rough Edges of Daily Life &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From p. 203 of Wrestling with Grace: A Spirituality for the Rough Edges of Daily Life by Robert Corin Morris. Copyright © 2003 by the author&lt;br /&gt;via Upper Room website&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6838850232483996312-1892290892937590082?l=rorysrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/1892290892937590082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6838850232483996312&amp;postID=1892290892937590082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/1892290892937590082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/1892290892937590082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/2009/11/prayer.html' title='Prayer'/><author><name>Rory</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FyXp-cqqB8w/SOrWq_7ZSZI/AAAAAAAAARE/v3WhkOkC_yM/S220/IMG_4390.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6838850232483996312.post-9002317864177913588</id><published>2009-11-26T09:48:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T09:51:47.560-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The following is from this  website of Thom M. Shuman&lt;br /&gt; ...http://prayersfortoday.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;book mark it !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crumbs . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's what we think&lt;br /&gt;you have given us,&lt;br /&gt;O God,&lt;br /&gt;when we look around&lt;br /&gt;and see all that someone else has&lt;br /&gt;and we don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but our covetousness crumbles&lt;br /&gt;when we think of the broken bread&lt;br /&gt;that has made us whole,&lt;br /&gt;when we drink from the cup of hope&lt;br /&gt;which is never empty,&lt;br /&gt;when we stand at the foot of the cross,&lt;br /&gt;which has emptied us of our sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so richly blessed . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why then are we only willing&lt;br /&gt;to offer crumbs&lt;br /&gt;to those who come to us&lt;br /&gt;searching for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(c) 2005 Thom M. Shuman&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6838850232483996312-9002317864177913588?l=rorysrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/9002317864177913588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6838850232483996312&amp;postID=9002317864177913588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/9002317864177913588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/9002317864177913588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/2009/11/following-is-from-this-website-of-thom.html' title=''/><author><name>Rory</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FyXp-cqqB8w/SOrWq_7ZSZI/AAAAAAAAARE/v3WhkOkC_yM/S220/IMG_4390.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6838850232483996312.post-2595183344703195251</id><published>2009-11-26T08:15:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T08:16:48.043-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A recommended blog:&lt;br /&gt;http://opensourcespirituality.blogspot.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6838850232483996312-2595183344703195251?l=rorysrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/2595183344703195251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FyXp-cqqB8w/SOrWq_7ZSZI/AAAAAAAAARE/v3WhkOkC_yM/S220/IMG_4390.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6838850232483996312.post-4511000701311030614</id><published>2009-11-25T22:09:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T22:09:42.137-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Autumn is slipping through summer's branches&lt;br /&gt;and I am listening.&lt;br /&gt;I am listening to the dying&lt;br /&gt;flowing forth from autumn's being.&lt;br /&gt;I am listening to the life&lt;br /&gt;hidden in the dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am listening to the trees taking off their lush green garments.&lt;br /&gt;I am listening to the leaves turning, turning, ever turning.&lt;br /&gt;I am listening to the burning bush of autumn.&lt;br /&gt;I am listening to the falling of this season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am listening to the song of transformation,&lt;br /&gt;to the wisdom of the season,&lt;br /&gt;to the losses and the grieving,&lt;br /&gt;to the turning loose and letting go.&lt;br /&gt;I am listening to the surrender of autumn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am listening to the music of the forest's undergrowth,&lt;br /&gt;to the crunch of leaves beneath my feet,&lt;br /&gt;to the miracle of crumbling leaves becoming earth again.&lt;br /&gt;I am listening to the beauty and fragility of aging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am listening to the wheel of the year turning&lt;br /&gt;to the cycle of the seasons,&lt;br /&gt;to the call for harmony and balance.&lt;br /&gt;I am listening to the circle of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am listening to days growing shorter,&lt;br /&gt;to the air turning crisp and cool,&lt;br /&gt;to the slow waning of the light,&lt;br /&gt;to the stars that shine in cold, dark nights.&lt;br /&gt;I am listening to the growing harvest moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am listening to happy harvest cries,&lt;br /&gt;to hearts overflowing with thanksgiving,&lt;br /&gt;to tables laden with gifts from the earth,&lt;br /&gt;to baskedts overflowing with fruit,&lt;br /&gt;I am listening to the bountiful gift of autumn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am listening to a call for inner growth,&lt;br /&gt;to my need to let go of material possessions,&lt;br /&gt;to my need to reach out for invisible gifts.&lt;br /&gt;I am listening to a call for transformation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am listening to the death of old ways.&lt;br /&gt;I am listening to the life force turning inward.&lt;br /&gt;I am listening to the renewal of the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am listening to summer&lt;br /&gt;Handing over autumn&lt;br /&gt;I am listening to the poetry of autumn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Macrina Wiederkehr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6838850232483996312-4511000701311030614?l=rorysrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/4511000701311030614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6838850232483996312&amp;postID=4511000701311030614' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/4511000701311030614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/4511000701311030614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE FIST&lt;br /&gt;~ by Mary Oliver  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are days &lt;br /&gt;when the sun goes down &lt;br /&gt;like a fist, &lt;br /&gt;though of course &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you see anything &lt;br /&gt;in the heavens &lt;br /&gt;in this way&lt;br /&gt;you had better get &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your eyes checked &lt;br /&gt;or, better still, &lt;br /&gt;your diminished spirit. &lt;br /&gt;The heavens &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have no fist, &lt;br /&gt;or wouldn’t they have been &lt;br /&gt;shaking it &lt;br /&gt;for a thousand years now, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and even &lt;br /&gt;longer than that, &lt;br /&gt;at the dull, brutish &lt;br /&gt;ways of mankind— &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heaven’s own &lt;br /&gt;creation? &lt;br /&gt;Instead: such patience! &lt;br /&gt;Such willingness &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to let us continue! &lt;br /&gt;To hear, &lt;br /&gt;little by little, &lt;br /&gt;the voices— &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only, so far, in &lt;br /&gt;pockets of the world— &lt;br /&gt;suggesting &lt;br /&gt;the possibilities &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of peace? &lt;br /&gt;Keep looking. &lt;br /&gt;Behold, how the fist opens &lt;br /&gt;with invitation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(from Thirst, Beacon Press, 2006&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings&lt;br /&gt;Blessed are those who are emptied of all that doesn’t matter, those for whom the riches of this world just aren’t that important.&lt;br /&gt;The reign of heaven is theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed are those who wear compassion like a garment.&lt;br /&gt;For they too shall receive comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed are the creators of peace, those who build roads that unite rather than walls that divide, those who bless the world with the healing power of their presence.&lt;br /&gt;For they shall be called the children of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed are those whose love has been tried, like gold,&lt;br /&gt;In the furnace and found to be precious, genuine, and lasting, those who have lived their belief out loud, no matter what the cost or pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;–Macrina Wiederkehr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“If heaven is on earth, it’s hardly contradictory to love sunshine chevroned with tree shadows in the woods, plus the low-slung moss, a tiger-colored butterfly, the Tiffany glitter of a spider’s web after a gust of rain, and the yellow-spotted salamander emerging from under the nearest log—yet feel content to die.”&lt;br /&gt;–from Curtain Calls: The fever called “living” is conquered at last by Edward Hoagland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONCE A PERSON KNOWS&lt;br /&gt;~ by Baal Shem Tov&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is therefore written: "Hide, I will hide my face."&lt;br /&gt;That is, God will be hidden&lt;br /&gt;so that they do not even know God is there.&lt;br /&gt;But once a person knows God is hidden,&lt;br /&gt;God is not really hidden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(from The Path of Blessing, by Rabbi Marcia Prager, Jewish Lights, 2003&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;FEAR NOT THE STRANGENESS&lt;br /&gt;~ by Rainer Maria Rilke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must give birth to your images.&lt;br /&gt;They are the future to be born.&lt;br /&gt;Fear not the strangeness you feel.&lt;br /&gt;The future must enter you&lt;br /&gt;                    long before it happens.&lt;br /&gt;Just wait for the birth,&lt;br /&gt;for the hour of new clarity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Letters to a Young Poet, Transl. Stephen Mitchell,  &lt;br /&gt;New York: Vintage Books, 1986)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WORLDS ARE FORMING&lt;br /&gt;~ by Meister Eckhart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All beings&lt;br /&gt;are words of God,&lt;br /&gt;His music, His&lt;br /&gt;art. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sacred books we are, for the infinite camps&lt;br /&gt;in our&lt;br /&gt;souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every act reveals God and expands His being.&lt;br /&gt;I know that may be hard&lt;br /&gt;to comprehend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All creatures are doing their best&lt;br /&gt;to help God in His birth&lt;br /&gt;of Himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough talk for the night.&lt;br /&gt;He is laboring in me;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to be silent&lt;br /&gt;for a while,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worlds are forming&lt;br /&gt;in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU LOVE&lt;br /&gt;~ by St. John of the Cross (1542-1591)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might quiet the whole world for a second&lt;br /&gt;if you pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you love, if you&lt;br /&gt;really love,&lt;br /&gt;our guns will&lt;br /&gt;wilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(from the Love Poems from God: Twelve Sacred Voices&lt;br /&gt;from the East and West, translation Daniel Ladinsky&lt;br /&gt;- Penguin Compass, 2002)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRAYER IS AN EGG&lt;br /&gt;~ by Jalaludin Rumi (1207-1273)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't do daily prayers like a bird&lt;br /&gt;pecking, moving its head&lt;br /&gt;up and down. Prayer is an egg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hatch out the total helplessness inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(translated by Coleman Barks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these and others can be found at http://www.faithhousemanhattan.org/faith_house&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6838850232483996312-4198121328911344623?l=rorysrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/4198121328911344623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6838850232483996312&amp;postID=4198121328911344623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/4198121328911344623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/4198121328911344623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/2009/11/collecttion-to-collect-or-re-collect-my.html' title='A collection to collect or re-collect my  forgotten thoughts'/><author><name>Rory</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FyXp-cqqB8w/SOrWq_7ZSZI/AAAAAAAAARE/v3WhkOkC_yM/S220/IMG_4390.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6838850232483996312.post-1444244543750713978</id><published>2009-11-24T21:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T21:35:08.910-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"WORD Jazz"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.christ-community.net/sermons/sermon01_04_09.htm"&gt;&amp;quot;WORD Jazz&amp;quot;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6838850232483996312-1444244543750713978?l=rorysrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.christ-community.net/sermons/sermon01_04_09.htm' title='&quot;WORD Jazz&quot;'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/1444244543750713978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6838850232483996312&amp;postID=1444244543750713978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/1444244543750713978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/1444244543750713978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/2009/11/word-jazz.html' title='&quot;WORD Jazz&quot;'/><author><name>Rory</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FyXp-cqqB8w/SOrWq_7ZSZI/AAAAAAAAARE/v3WhkOkC_yM/S220/IMG_4390.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6838850232483996312.post-8170075834046979133</id><published>2009-11-24T08:32:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T08:32:52.626-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Advent, this Sunday</title><content type='html'>THIS SUNDAY, we celebrate the beginning of Advent, and pray that it may be a season of peace. We hover on the edge of our expectation — let the season of Advent begin. Let us prepare and relish our celebrations with the joy of God’s love in our hearts. We rejoice in our traditions, that they might renew our bonds of fellowship with family, friends, and church members. Let us consider what true gifts we might offer to each other and God. Help us to know when it is our faith, patience, kind words, listening ear, or time that would be needed and appreciated. Most of all, let us anticipate the arrival of the Christ child. We make a place in our hearts and homes. Let us look ahead to the coming weeks of the Advent season with joy in our hearts and our steps. We will live each day in the light of Emmanuel, as we follow the path of peace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alive Now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Alive Now, November/December 2004. 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shedding her last leaf&lt;br /&gt;she watched its journey to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;She stood in silence&lt;br /&gt;wearing the color of emptiness, &lt;br /&gt;her branches wondering;&lt;br /&gt;How do you give shade with so much gone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then,&lt;br /&gt;the sacrament of waiting began.&lt;br /&gt;The sunrise and sunset watched with tenderness.&lt;br /&gt;Clothing her with silhouettes&lt;br /&gt;they kept her hope alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They helped her understand that&lt;br /&gt;her vulnerability,&lt;br /&gt;her dependence and need,&lt;br /&gt;her emptiness,&lt;br /&gt;her readiness to receive&lt;br /&gt;were giving her a new kind of beauty.&lt;br /&gt;Every morning and every evening they stood in silence&lt;br /&gt;and celebrated together&lt;br /&gt;the sacrament of waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(source: www.inwardoutward.org&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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We are shaped from the outside in ... So we do the Works of Mercy, we bend and we kneel, even when our head is clouded and our spirit is grudging. We cross ourselves even as our faith fails. We light candles and sing "O Radiant Light, O Sun Divine," even when the world seems dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Mary Margaret Nussbaum, from her essay "Hope Is Our Means"&lt;br /&gt;via Sojourners; Verse and Voice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6838850232483996312-2869834084599485088?l=rorysrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/2869834084599485088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6838850232483996312&amp;postID=2869834084599485088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/2869834084599485088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/2869834084599485088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/2009/11/action-and-spiritual-formation.html' title='Action and spiritual formation'/><author><name>Rory</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FyXp-cqqB8w/SOrWq_7ZSZI/AAAAAAAAARE/v3WhkOkC_yM/S220/IMG_4390.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6838850232483996312.post-4978943173102942777</id><published>2009-11-20T10:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T10:29:14.655-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>These quotes are included in &lt;em&gt;Journeying Through the Days 2009&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(UPPER ROOM)&lt;br /&gt;When the fountain of Love dries up, society disintegrates and all things lose balance.&lt;br /&gt;Eternal Love, pour forth! Thou within me, well up! The spring of Love flows only within the spirit. God is perennially the Indwelling One, Eternal Love.&lt;br /&gt;Toyohiko Kagawa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The longer we journey on the road to unity, the more the sense of belonging grows and deepens. The sense is not just of belonging to community. It is a sense of belonging to the universe, to the earth, to the air, to the water, to everything that lives, to all humanity.&lt;br /&gt;Jean Vanier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is always coming because[God] is life, and life has the unbridled force of creation.&lt;br /&gt;God comes because [God] is light, and light may not remain hidden.&lt;br /&gt;God comes because [God] is love, and love needs to give of itself. God has always been coming. God is always coming.&lt;br /&gt;Carlo Carretto&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6838850232483996312-4978943173102942777?l=rorysrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/4978943173102942777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6838850232483996312&amp;postID=4978943173102942777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/4978943173102942777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/4978943173102942777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/2009/11/these-quotes-are-included-in-journeying.html' title=''/><author><name>Rory</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FyXp-cqqB8w/SOrWq_7ZSZI/AAAAAAAAARE/v3WhkOkC_yM/S220/IMG_4390.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6838850232483996312.post-932162107878553272</id><published>2009-11-19T08:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T08:16:19.070-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WE ARE … praying all the time without realizing it. There’s a constant stream of hungers and needs, gripes and groans, desires and dreams that well up from the mysterious depths of soul and body, reaching out to connect with the life within us and around us. This semiconscious asking may not be addressed to God, but it is prayer nonetheless, deeper than and prior to any belief system. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Robert Corin Morris &lt;br /&gt;Wrestling with Grace: A Spirituality for the Rough Edges of Daily Life &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From p. 203 of Wrestling with Grace: A Spirituality for the Rough Edges of Daily Life by Robert Corin Morris. Copyright © 2003 by the author. All Rights Reserved&lt;br /&gt;via Upper Room&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6838850232483996312-932162107878553272?l=rorysrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/932162107878553272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6838850232483996312&amp;postID=932162107878553272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/932162107878553272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/932162107878553272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/2009/11/we-are-praying-all-time-without.html' title=''/><author><name>Rory</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FyXp-cqqB8w/SOrWq_7ZSZI/AAAAAAAAARE/v3WhkOkC_yM/S220/IMG_4390.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6838850232483996312.post-3266346086861527763</id><published>2009-11-18T13:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T13:36:45.407-06:00</updated><title type='text'>From Henri Nouwen</title><content type='html'>Embracing the Universe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living a spiritual life makes our little, fearful hearts as wide as the universe, because the Spirit of Jesus dwelling within us embraces the whole of creation. Jesus is the Word, through whom the universe has been created. As Paul says: "In him were created all things in heaven and on earth: everything visible and everything invisible - all things were created through him and for him - in him all things hold together" (Collosians 1:16-17). Therefore when Jesus lives within us through his Spirit, our hearts embrace not only all people but all of creation. Love casts out all fear and gathers in all that belongs to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayer, which is breathing with the Spirit of Jesus, leads us to this immense knowledge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6838850232483996312-3266346086861527763?l=rorysrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/3266346086861527763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6838850232483996312&amp;postID=3266346086861527763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/3266346086861527763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/3266346086861527763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/2009/11/from-henri-nouwen.html' title='From Henri Nouwen'/><author><name>Rory</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FyXp-cqqB8w/SOrWq_7ZSZI/AAAAAAAAARE/v3WhkOkC_yM/S220/IMG_4390.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6838850232483996312.post-6971720545488623934</id><published>2009-11-16T07:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T07:45:42.836-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Guest House</title><content type='html'>THE GUEST HOUSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This being human is a guest house.&lt;br /&gt;Every morning a new arrival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A joy, a depression, a meanness,&lt;br /&gt;some momentary awareness comes&lt;br /&gt;as an unexpected visitor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome and entertain them all!&lt;br /&gt;Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows,&lt;br /&gt;who violently sweep your house&lt;br /&gt;empty of its furniture,&lt;br /&gt;still, treat each guest honorably.&lt;br /&gt;He may be clearing you out&lt;br /&gt;for some new delight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dark thought the shame, the malice,&lt;br /&gt;meet them at the door laughing,&lt;br /&gt;and invite them in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be grateful for whoever comes,&lt;br /&gt;because each has been sent&lt;br /&gt;as a guide from beyond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-RUMI -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6838850232483996312-6971720545488623934?l=rorysrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/6971720545488623934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6838850232483996312&amp;postID=6971720545488623934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/6971720545488623934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/6971720545488623934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/2009/11/guest-house.html' title='Guest House'/><author><name>Rory</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FyXp-cqqB8w/SOrWq_7ZSZI/AAAAAAAAARE/v3WhkOkC_yM/S220/IMG_4390.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6838850232483996312.post-6896349007009260619</id><published>2009-11-15T07:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T07:29:03.860-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LOVE IS THE CAPACITY TO SEE both the good and evil in people but to love the good; to see both the excellent and mediocre but to encourage the excellent; to see the wellness and the sickness and to strengthen the wellness. Before all else, love is the capacity to see everyone and everything as interconnected, “held together” in one cosmic embrace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Robert Corin Morris &lt;br /&gt;Provocative Grace: The Challenge in Jesus’ Words &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From p. 31 of Provocative Grace: The Challenge in Jesus’ Words by Robert Corin Morris, Copyright © 2006 by the author. All Rights Reserved&lt;br /&gt;via Upper Room&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6838850232483996312-6896349007009260619?l=rorysrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/6896349007009260619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6838850232483996312&amp;postID=6896349007009260619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/6896349007009260619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/6896349007009260619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/2009/11/love-is-capacity-to-see-both-good-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Rory</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FyXp-cqqB8w/SOrWq_7ZSZI/AAAAAAAAARE/v3WhkOkC_yM/S220/IMG_4390.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6838850232483996312.post-2387906305394002471</id><published>2009-11-14T07:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T07:30:59.890-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Prayer of the Day copied from Verse and Voice:&lt;br /&gt;May this weekend be one of rest and recentering, refreshment and rejuvenation, and most importantly, refocusing on you. Give me eyes to see where you are leading, ears to hear what you are saying, and a heart that follows wherever you may go. Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6838850232483996312-2387906305394002471?l=rorysrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/2387906305394002471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6838850232483996312&amp;postID=2387906305394002471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/2387906305394002471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/2387906305394002471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/2009/11/prayer-of-day-copied-from-verse-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Rory</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FyXp-cqqB8w/SOrWq_7ZSZI/AAAAAAAAARE/v3WhkOkC_yM/S220/IMG_4390.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6838850232483996312.post-2922155520844637383</id><published>2009-11-11T16:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T16:23:26.096-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Veterans Day Prayer</title><content type='html'>On this day, we remember the peace accord that brought the First World War to a close. And as we honor and thank military veterans around the world for their service, we also remember those who have suffered great physical, emotional, psychological, and spiritual damage as a result of such service, and we pray for their restoration. Moreover, we yearn for that day when swords will be beaten into plowshares, and we will make war no more. May it come to pass, Lord, and soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;copied from Sojourners Verse and Voice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6838850232483996312-2922155520844637383?l=rorysrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/2922155520844637383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6838850232483996312&amp;postID=2922155520844637383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/2922155520844637383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/2922155520844637383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/2009/11/veterans-day-prayer.html' title='Veterans Day Prayer'/><author><name>Rory</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FyXp-cqqB8w/SOrWq_7ZSZI/AAAAAAAAARE/v3WhkOkC_yM/S220/IMG_4390.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6838850232483996312.post-7576194825092384662</id><published>2009-11-11T08:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T08:26:46.019-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Breathing Problem</title><content type='html'>I read the following and decided I am not breathing very well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD INSPIRES US with every breath. New ideas, behaviors, and practices flow into our lives with each breath. Breathing within each breath, divine inspiration continually gives us all the resources we need to respond to every life situation. Pause awhile and notice God’s life-giving breath in your life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Bruce G. Epperly &lt;br /&gt;Holy Adventurer: 41 Days of Audacious Living &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From p. 48 of Holy Adventurer: 41 Days of Audacious Living by Bruce G. Epperly. Copyright © 2008 by the author. All rights reserved&lt;br /&gt; via Upper Room&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6838850232483996312-7576194825092384662?l=rorysrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/7576194825092384662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6838850232483996312&amp;postID=7576194825092384662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/7576194825092384662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/7576194825092384662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-breathing-problem.html' title='My Breathing Problem'/><author><name>Rory</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FyXp-cqqB8w/SOrWq_7ZSZI/AAAAAAAAARE/v3WhkOkC_yM/S220/IMG_4390.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6838850232483996312.post-7887148094574527895</id><published>2009-11-09T13:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T13:22:12.800-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The wild geese, high in the clean blue air, &lt;br /&gt;are heading home again. &lt;br /&gt;Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, &lt;br /&gt;the world offers itself to your imagination,&lt;br /&gt;calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting -- &lt;br /&gt;over and over announcing your place in the family of things.&lt;br /&gt;- Mary Oliver, from her poem "Wild Geese"&lt;br /&gt;via Verse and Voice/Sojourners&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6838850232483996312-7887148094574527895?l=rorysrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/7887148094574527895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6838850232483996312&amp;postID=7887148094574527895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/7887148094574527895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/7887148094574527895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/2009/11/wild-geese-high-in-clean-blue-air-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Rory</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FyXp-cqqB8w/SOrWq_7ZSZI/AAAAAAAAARE/v3WhkOkC_yM/S220/IMG_4390.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6838850232483996312.post-7211613579823953328</id><published>2009-11-07T07:14:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T07:16:02.671-06:00</updated><title type='text'>God Images</title><content type='html'>WHAT ARE YOUR IMAGES FOR GOD? If you are a visual learner, you may be able to visualize and perhaps even draw your image or images for God. However, we have found that American mainline Protestants tend to experience God as a feeling (such as love or warmth) rather than an image (such as shepherd or fortress). If you are an auditory learner, you may sense God through music or in the sounds of nature. If you are a tactile learner, you may understand God’s presence throush lighted candles or incense or through items you can touch, like a cross. People experience God in a variety of ways, and no one way is the “right” way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Valerie K. Isenhower and Judith A. Todd &lt;br /&gt;Living into the Answers: A Workbook for Personal Spiritual Discernment &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From pp. 29-30 of Living into the Answers: A Workbook for Personal Spiritual Discernment by Valerie K. Isenhower and Judith A. Todd. Copyright © 2008&lt;br /&gt;from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Upper Room Daily Reflections&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6838850232483996312-7211613579823953328?l=rorysrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/7211613579823953328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6838850232483996312&amp;postID=7211613579823953328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/7211613579823953328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/7211613579823953328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/2009/11/god-images.html' title='God Images'/><author><name>Rory</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FyXp-cqqB8w/SOrWq_7ZSZI/AAAAAAAAARE/v3WhkOkC_yM/S220/IMG_4390.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6838850232483996312.post-6618441521809054200</id><published>2009-11-05T07:29:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T07:30:47.270-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MOST PEOPLE … would probably be intimidated if asked, “How have you served God’s purposes lately?” because they immediately think of something “important” like missionary work, helping the downtrodden, or joining a protest against injustice. I’m convinced many, if not most, of us cross paths with one or more of God’s purposes each day, though we may not realize it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Robert Corin Morris &lt;br /&gt;Provocative Grace: The Challenge in Jesus’ Words &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From p. 117 of Provocative Grace: The Challenge in Jesus’ Words by Robert Corin Morris, Copyright © 2006 by the author.&lt;br /&gt;(from Upper Room website)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6838850232483996312-6618441521809054200?l=rorysrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/6618441521809054200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6838850232483996312&amp;postID=6618441521809054200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/6618441521809054200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/6618441521809054200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/2009/11/most-people-would-probably-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Rory</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FyXp-cqqB8w/SOrWq_7ZSZI/AAAAAAAAARE/v3WhkOkC_yM/S220/IMG_4390.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6838850232483996312.post-6335179537625082997</id><published>2009-11-03T08:07:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T07:25:34.844-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We United Methodists talk about being a connectional system, but in my experience, it is rare for local congregations to actually connect and cooperate with each other in ministry. So I dangle this quote in front of us:&lt;br /&gt;By Jean Vanier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each community needs to be in contact with others. They stimulate and encourage, give support, call forth and affirm each other…. A community that isolates itself will wither and die; a community in communion with others will receive and give life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: Community and Growth&lt;br /&gt; as quoted at inward/outward&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6838850232483996312-6335179537625082997?l=rorysrambles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/feeds/6335179537625082997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6838850232483996312&amp;postID=6335179537625082997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/6335179537625082997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6838850232483996312/posts/default/6335179537625082997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rorysrambles.blogspot.com/2009/11/we-united-methodists-talk-about-being.html' title=''/><author><name>Rory</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FyXp-cqqB8w/SOrWq_7ZSZI/AAAAAAAAARE/v3WhkOkC_yM/S220/IMG_4390.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
