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My Judas
A troubled man once wrote: “To be or not to be – that is the question.” Ever since his quill hit the linenthose words have wafted through the air – portrayed on raised stages whispered by the lost cried through tears of despair.And once they were mine as well. Today I pray a request to…
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Whose Are We?
Isn’t it all just a tad exhausting? The information at our fingertips—is it real or reliable or robotic? What is the point of knowing more if what we know now leaves us wanting? How many degrees does it take how many facts must we know how often must the other tell us we are right…
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The Sloth in the Darkness
What’s most terrifying haunting unbearable considering the darkest seasons of life? The loneliness desperation injustice evil? The absent ones arrogance viciousness of others? Or, when I go there now with eyes wide open is it the me that I see – she who embraced the madness relied on the lies remained chained in the dungeon…
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Apatheia
Oh, my dear one,how long will you go on paying*in self-pitybitternessand condemnation? Don’t you know thatdetachment fromthe ways of this world is debt-free?*With thanks to the wisdom of the desert fathers (see Thomas Merton’s The Wisdom of the Desert: Sayings from the Desert Fathers of the Fourth Century, p. 39)
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Be the Revelation
As one all too familiar with separation from God I can report with certainty this absolute truth: a peaceful one cannot transmit peace with words. Alas, a peaceful one cannot transmit peace with silence. Peace is only and always forever transmitted by living the Christ Spirit.
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A Box of Kittens
My gratitude for all of creationis felt most deeplywhen I hear a sad story of an abandoned box of kittens. I am grateful to God for creating these furry friendsI am grateful for the rescuer who found and saved the kittens from deathANDI am grateful for the person whose heart has been so damagedhe cannot…
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The Martyrs
An enormous truck’s flatbed well above my head sat beside me in traffic. Piled high were broad, healthy, stunning logs smiling down at me,whose circumference – stretched out in length – might very well guide me all the way Home. In a flash, I knew that they knew their time of sacrifice had come. Like…
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I Am
The Author of life—blessing me with clarity—has used my voice to answer me. How do I know for certain? Because I would never give myself that much credit.
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Not for Me
Where once I preyed on others in the guise of service with a smile to attain oh, so fruitlessly, peace, fulfillment, applause, acclaim…Today I pray for othersin the Truth of knowing my own heart is of God oh, so joyously, receiving love from Him for them… (Painting by Victor Chaika. https://www.saatchiart.com/en-gr/account/profile/1152871
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As I Awaken, I Pray
Oh Lord, my God the one who saved me from my self,slay also now the subtle ones that reign within—fear masked as prudencejudgment masked as righteousnessself-doubt masked as humility.These foes know me far too intimately.They lay in wait on the path You have laid before mewith lies buried as deepasthe roots of a sturdy oak…
Jessica L. Morris
The seeking is everything…