is Death? But
more or less than
(unborn) living
within oneself,
is Fear? Farther
in time from Hope
than knowing is
from Faith,
is Love? Longer
in fragrances of past
lies forgiven while
worshiping not myself,
is Final?
Thursday, September 29, 2011
Monday, September 26, 2011
A Key Ingredient in Spiritual Life:
Stewardship: Who’s Minding the Shop? (A little story of my own)
Suppose, for just a moment, you have a friend who is an anthropologist. This friend travels for long periods of time to distant lands to study the indigenous peoples there. Your friend is planning a new trip and she has invited you to stay at her house for a year. You are given a key and arrive one day soon after she has left. Upon entry you see a beautiful home filled with personal treasures. Artifacts from trips far away, pictures of friends, family, and famous people encountered in the making of a successful career. There is a lovely garden where you can gaze at the beauty of God’s creation. You are filled with awe that you have been trusted with so marvelous a home, not just because it is large and will easily meet your every whim and creature comfort, but more so because this gift came so unexpectedly and graciously. On the top of the kitchen table is a small note your friend left for you. It says simply, "Enjoy!"
Stewardship: Who’s Minding the Shop? (A little story of my own)
Suppose, for just a moment, you have a friend who is an anthropologist. This friend travels for long periods of time to distant lands to study the indigenous peoples there. Your friend is planning a new trip and she has invited you to stay at her house for a year. You are given a key and arrive one day soon after she has left. Upon entry you see a beautiful home filled with personal treasures. Artifacts from trips far away, pictures of friends, family, and famous people encountered in the making of a successful career. There is a lovely garden where you can gaze at the beauty of God’s creation. You are filled with awe that you have been trusted with so marvelous a home, not just because it is large and will easily meet your every whim and creature comfort, but more so because this gift came so unexpectedly and graciously. On the top of the kitchen table is a small note your friend left for you. It says simply, "Enjoy!"
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- Meditation Meister
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