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A Climenhaga Home: The Heart of My Faith
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Sunday, June 28, 2015. The Heart of My Faith. Last year I spoke about how to read the Bible. I observed the value of reading the Bible as a story rather than as a collection of facts-truths disconnected from lived experience. The Bible is the story of how God redeems and reconciles rebellious people and restores all of creation. But we may still wonder: Granted that the Bible is the story about God and humanity, why do we need to read it? What does it matter? Luke begins his gospel with these words:.
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Wednesday, June 3, 2015. Outside my black rainy window upstairs. Which is letting in cold night breeze. The poplars' applause sounds welcoming, gentle, and. Makes me want to go sleep under the trees. Tomorrow in the secret woods I will. Pitch my tent,. Act calm all day, when everyone sees,. Only to steal away when night is falling. So that I can go sleep under the trees. Oaks will stand stoically, as though I'm not there;. Hawthorns will reach for me, prickly but pleased;. View my complete profile.
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poetreehugger: November 2014
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Friday, November 14, 2014. Solidarity in the Dying Days. By helping those in need, we oppose suffering. By standing by those who are dying, we oppose death. But I will not sit back down. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Solidarity in the Dying Days The Samaritan, when h. View my complete profile. Blogs I keep coming back to. Scooby Doo, How Wrong are You? God's Call: grace that looks beyond our own self-assessments to the truth of who God calls us to be. LaVonne Neff LIVELY DUST.
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poetreehugger: Scent of soil
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Thursday, April 30, 2015. So I pulled over off the road to write down the words before I forgot them. When I first frantically and in a most driven way typed these words into my iPhone notes thingy, I glanced at the first few words and the word "soil" stood written as "soul". I like that.). She is moist within. For sun to shine and rain to soak in. To burst into life. To quicken with grow. Though root stretch, leaf unfurl in slow. And patient measure,. Et all eyes take pleasure. View my complete profile.
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poetreehugger: Thoughts on Good Friday 4 a.m.
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Friday, April 3, 2015. Thoughts on Good Friday 4 am. Is all he asked. And what did he say? Let forgiveness be your way? But what if I'm wronged? What if I'm hurt,. And can't get along. With the one next door? Be kind in response. Or attacks or demands. Give with both hands,. As I have received forgiveness,. And been well blessed. Do not put your life ahead of another. And when there is need. Be willing to die. I doubt I will try. Knowing my weakness,. My selfishness, pride. Something will need to change.
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poetreehugger: January 2015
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Saturday, January 24, 2015. Look AT the clouds. Look AT the treetops. Look AT the snow covered broad flat fields. And see the beauty, constant, unnoticed. As you pass on your spinning wheels. The world is here with signs and wonders. Look AT it, see how looking feels. Links to this post. Thursday, January 22, 2015. My dear friend winter comes to me and says woooo woooo woooo. Calm down I say with a welcoming smile, putting poplar firewood on. Links to this post. If it wasn't for flash. It even existed;.
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A Climenhaga Home: Remembering Mother (Heise)
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Sunday, May 17, 2015. I wrote about my mother last week, but of course every mother’s day Lois and I remember two mothers—each other’s as well as our own. (We also remember Verna Mae, but that will wait for another blog.) I cannot describe mother as Lois remembers her; this is my story only. I have told the story elsewhere of the first encounter. Mother valued her relationship with God. She and Dad drove 30 miles every Sunday to go to church, often morning and evening. Dad was a deacon in the chu...She w...
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A Climenhaga Home: April 2015
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Tuesday, April 28, 2015. Thank you, BBC (a story about trolls). The BBC just ran a story on Internet trolls. We have become experts at de-humanizing each other. I want to be part of re-humanizing those with whom I disagree - discovering that they are people like me, or (if you prefer) that I am a person, like them. Monday, April 20, 2015. We went, and learned, and practiced, and I found I enjoyed dancing as much as she did. 8221; in my ear as we stepped, “One, two three.” From our three y...I wonder if i...
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Buy the Ticket, Take the Ride: December 2008
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Buy the Ticket, Take the Ride. This blog was initially for the class New Media, now I will blog sporadically on things that are of interest to me. Sunday, December 28, 2008. And yet those papers hang there. I don't even know if it's worth any mark's anymore. Sunday, December 21, 2008. The Beginning Is the End Is the Beginning - The Smashing Pumpkins. If you have seen the new watchmen trailer you probably have heard this song. It was originally written for Batman and Robin but was remixed. Does it make yo...
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Sunday, July 19, 2015. Upon the blind of my upstairs window. Wind blown leafy branches. Like people passing by. From the corners of my sight,. Look up but they are vanished strangers. The wind has stilled. So I go back to my reading. In late afternoon my pyjamas surprise me. By my still wearing them. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). A blues song in the morning. One day last week. Upon the blind of my upstairs windowShadows move,W. View my complete profile. Blogs I keep coming back to.
