Hope Spreads Wings

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Life and death balance on a tenuous thread— the start and the end of things, the start and end of every moment.

Birth sparks and hope spreads wings.

Each moment by moment breath of life steadies itself on a mix of potential and conclusion, and then

spent,

life dwindles, and each cell pushes for that last glimmer; then,

hope spreads wings.

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I Wonder

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Do you ever wonder about all those people you have crossed paths with, crossed wills with,

and do you ever wonder what it will be like to spend eternity with them—those who pressed all your wrong buttons and abused your good nature?

They believe the same as you—except for all the details of doctrine where you are right and they are wrong.

But that should not keep them out of heaven, right?

It’s easy to segregate from the unfaithful, of course; that us-them thing works much more efficiently there. But it’s the faulty faithful I have trouble seeing alongside me as I walk on blissful shores. It is much more comfortable to see them in my mind’s eye punished for all the insensitivities, the lies, and . . . I think they were lies.

But then again . . .

Do you ever wonder when you accidentally meet up in a shop or accidentally stalk their Facebook page whether or not they have changed—whether they are sorry for the wrongs and whether they are properly chagrined at how they refused to value your wisdom and gentle spirit?

Do you wonder how God could love them the same as He loves you when their diminished character kind of makes you ashamed to call them brother and sister?

I wonder as I blunder.

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“Be completely humble and gentle; be patient, bearing with one another in love.” Ephesians 4:2

“He has shown you, O mortal, what is good.
And what does the Lord require of you?
To act justly and to love mercy
and to walk humbly with your God.” Micah 6:8

 

My Book of Uncommon Prayers: Numb

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There is a numbness after so many shootings,

so many senseless deaths, so much brazen brutality.

How many lives,

how many more mayhem moments?

So much fear. But

it is like you have to distance yourself from it to feel secure. It was another state, another city far away. It was mostly Hispanics and blacks, and I’m not. It was mostly gay people, and I’m not. It was in Florida, and I’m not, so

I will it to feel other

so I can believe that my little world is still safe.

But is it? When they come for one, they come for all.

When one suffers cruel injustice, we all do.

Lord, help.