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Dear Christ .


The world calls out, sometimes shouts its blandishments— attraction, distraction. But real awareness stirs, and in silent communion, angels whisper peace.

The song

Followers of Christ With footsteps sure Are led to ministry Whenever called. Love’s message Ever the same— Be still, listen, Fearlessly love! Silence wrong.

Where is God?

God is up and God is down. God is here and all around.

The garden of His planting

O the summer borders tumbling with colors that never clash, cascading with diversity, originality, individuality, rich beyond human wealth, patterned beyond human art, rooted by rain and blossomed by sun into a symphony of riotous bloom! Such are the flower beds of humanity, tenderly sown by a Master hand, each one of us perfectly placed to enhance our neighbor, however diverse our colors of thought— the graces of Spirit being quite sufficient to bond our hearts and blend our lives. And such is the largesse of our dear Maker that we cannot help loving to flower with each other in the garden of His planting! —Fenella Bennetts.

Endless day

No light-blocked shadows, Error’s silhouettes, Can lurk within Truth’s brilliance, Where the transparency       of true identity Shines out unhindered, Never bound by endless night, But always free to safely stay In Your eternal day. — Steve Ryf.

A myth debunked

DNA not written in stone, not so scary when translated into actual facts. Regarded spiritually, it has to be Delusion Now Annihilated.

The 'D' list

I delight to do thy will, O my God; yea, thy law is within my heart  — Psalms 40:8 Delight to Dwell in the Divine Domain Daily. Dismiss debate.

Coming home

In the cold enclave of self-righteousness From the false confidence and       shallowness of human will Out of the mire of self-searching       and doubt Dawns a new light, brighter still It kindles softly from the depths       of self-surrender A promise sweet, overshadowing       worry and fear What starts as a meek, impossible hope Ripens into a joy powerful and near Home at last, after so long in the cold Home at last, safely back in God’s fold A son and heir, beloved, accepted—      His own, Hand in hand with his Father,       never again alone —Chris Jones See Luke 15:11–32 .

Child of Mine

I have loved you Beyond all time Before there was morning Before the stars did shine Before there were valleys Or mountains to climb I have loved you Precious child of Mine I am closer than your breathing I know each step you take I am with you while you’re sleeping Beside you when you wake And I will love you Eternally Wider than the world around Deeper than the sea Past the horizon Above heaven’s design I will love you Precious child of Mine —Caroline Martin.