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December 1, 2004 >> 4:04 PM central thing We had a great time in our meeting last night with Vine & Branches. We used an abbreviated Advent liturgy and the Scripture reading centered on being thankful to God for His great Grace. We remembered our last conversation that included this idea - of being God's beloved child. This is the center of the Christian life. This is the first thing we must realize before going any farther in the spiritual life. We may learn things, gain knowledge, etc., but if we never come to realize that we are indeed God's beloved child, one whom He accepts and loves and is committed to, we have no real foundation. It is the one thing which underlies all others. We are of God. We share His Life. I know I say this all the time in many ways, but seriously, this is it. If you never get that he IS your Father, your Dad, and that you belong with Him, in His House, then you will never be able to step into the Life that is a part of that Family. You won't feel welcome to do so. You won't feel like you belong. And if it feels foreign to you, you will live as if it is foreign. We need to keep reminding ourselves of this, allowing those around us in our communities to remind us and encourage us and teach us. This is how we keep from forgetting who we are. I'm thankful for our community, that we try to keep doing this. December 1, 2003 >> 9:24 AM lumberjacks and doctors  This is the land of lumberjacks, sort of. A shot from my laying on the floor of Creech Forest. From that forest came all the wood that's piled up behind our house right now. We split and split until there was a pile that more than filled my Dad's truck. I couldn't believe there was that much wood. Conor was a huge help in all this. Of course he thought it was terribly cool to heft that big maul and split those logs. He also helped me unload most of it last night when we got home. I think, too, that I figured out the way to tell which muscles, particularly, that you used in the job of splitting and carrying wood - you get up the next morning and feel for the ones that hurt like crap - those are the ones. Damn I'm sore! You wouldn't think that the ham-strings (back of your thighs) would be the big muscle group you used to chop wood - and your ass, as it turns out. Believe me. they're the ones.  From that, to that - pretty cool. Then then into the truck bed, and then to our house and unloaded into the back yard to be stacked on the deck. Here comes the doctor part. Our wonderful Liz was carrying some wood (I'm sure she's blogged about this by now already), tossed a piece over the fence, it decided not to go all the way over, but come back and hit her in the mouth - yeeeOUCH! She cut a lovely hole in her upper lip (we should've taken a picture). When she showed me, I really thought it looked like a borderline, could possibly have used a couple of stitches - but, medically oriented dude that I am, I whipped out the steri-strips, cleaned her up, scolded her for trying to do too much, told her I was paranoid for her to go to the hospital because of her recent "stabbing" incident - that they would think I'm abusing her, and did exactly what they probably would have done for her there. There will probably be a slight scar, but I told her not to worry about it - it'll be cute. She's funny and I love her.>> I've added a link to Advent readings and devotionals to the right above the icon. A storm is brewing in the Universe - the Chosen One is coming! December 1, 2002|:: Advent is upon us. I've added a weekly reflection link under the candle to the right for each week of Advent. Here's something from today's reflection:
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three quotes |:: "Then, if we cannot as yet think alike in all things, at least we may love alike. Herein we cannot possibly do amiss." "Keep your eyes on the crucifix, for Jesus without the cross
is a man without a mission, and the cross without Jesus
is a burden without a reliever." "...I am deeply convinced that the Christian leader of the future is called to be
completely irrelevant and to stand in this world with nothing to offer but his or her own vulnerable self."
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