Thank you for the ability to rise to our feet and stand amongst the living. Thank for vision to see the beauty in all your creations. Thank you for allowing our lungs to fill with the breath of life. Thank you for allowing our ears to hear your sweet call. Thank you for allowing our hands to feel your touch. Thank you for the voice to speak praises to your name. Thank you for a heart to embrace your love. Thank you for a mind to know it is all because of you we can say thank you.
To the ever present God who has one hand in time past and one hand on eternity, we come with many days behind with choices in and out of your will. We first ask for your forgiveness and mercy. Tune a blind eye to our sin. We ask as we stand in this place called ‘now’, we position your will and your way at the edge of our choice and our actions. We ask that our spirit of discernment be in tune with you will and be ever present in our words and our walk. Let our call to you for guidance be lifted up to you and that our hearing not be impeded by our our life’s noise. We stand open to receive your word today.
[Ed. note: this post contains language that is considered extremely inflammatory. Caveat lector.]
People forward language articles to me all the time–usually the same article multiple times, until my inbox is nothing but language links and plaintive requests from Wine.com to buy more booze, please. But no one forwarded me Talib Kweli’s recent Medium post on language, probably because it was about the history and uses of the word “nigger.” I asked one of my frequent-forwarders if he had seen the post. “I had,” he wrote, “but I figured you’d have already seen it. I was not going to be the one to forward you a post on the n-word.”
The n-word. I think about slurs on a regular basis, in part because I have to explain to people why they’re entered in some of their dictionaries. It’s not unusual for me to open my email in…
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Reflections – I would probably say this week has been “one of those weeks”. It seemed as if nothing was going right. Everything was behind. When one thing got accomplished, there was something else that can up. Every store was jammed. Every minute was consumed. It was truly a hustle and bustle. However when I REALLY stop to reflect, I can only see how blessed it was. Every MINUTE was accounted for but every MOMENT was a blessing. Each and every day there was a nugget of gold. From the joy of celebrating a friend’s furthest dreams coming true. Watching the hearts of coworkers support our ‘benevolent’ efforts and having fun doing it. To supporting a group of women create an event to raise hundreds of dollars and gift over 400 toys simply because God has blessed them personally. To needing to reach out to a friend for a favor and they went above and beyond to make happen. To the joy of wrapping the gifts for the mothers and children of the church. As much as the other ‘stuff’ was in my mind, there are some great moments to thank God for. I recognize there are always 2 ends to a string, 2 ends to a line, 2 sides to a door and 2 ways to see the day. Thank God we’re not myopic in our vision. Let us help those we serve today to see the ‘other side’ to see the love in every opportunity. Let us see God in the faces of those we encounter day by day.
Today’s text: Philipeans 4:6
“It’s ALL good – It’s ALL God!”