often, lesson’s are driven deeper

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3 : an association of employers and employees in a basic industry or of members of a profession organized as an organ of political representation in a corporative state

a first response:

greetings, this is David Buckle

coming to you from the United

States, ‘ve been learned that to

add – of America somehow to a

United States is a commercial identification.

see that ‘m from the 50 United

States is announcing just that…

but to say ‘of America’ sends it’s

meaning into some direction of

a cooperation – WHAT? – my own

nation by birth is some business?

get back to you after investigation;

till then,

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a daily devotion that comforts me

March 16 – Reflect Me

My children, I am here beside you. Draw near in spirit to Me. Shut out the distractions

of the world. I am your Life, the very breath of your soul. Learn what it is to shut yourself

in the secret place of your being, which is My secret place too.

True it is… I wait in many a heart, but so few retire into that inner place of the being to commune with Me. Wherever the soul is, I am. Man has rarely understood this.

I am actually at the center of every man’s being, but,

distracted with the things of the sense-life, he finds Me not.

Do you realize that I am telling you truths, revealing them, not repeating oft-told facts. Meditate on all I say. Ponder it. Not to draw your own conclusions, but to absorb Mine.

All down the ages, men have been too eager to say what they thought about My truth, and

so doing, they have grievously erred. Hear Me. Talk to Me. Reflect Me. Do not say what you

about me. My words need none of man’s explanation. I can explain to each heart.

Make Me real, and leave Me to do My own work. To lead a soul to Me is one thing, to seek to

stay with it to interpret mars the first great act. So would it be with human intercourse. How much more then, when it is a question of the soul, and Me, its Maker,

and only real Spirit that understands it.

“In returning and rest shall ye be saved; in quietness 
and in confidence shall be your strength.” – Isaiah 30:15

pain of regret? it’s not so bad any longer – because He has me.

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5 thoughts on “often, lesson’s are driven deeper

    1. ’m a Hypocrite
      – John UpChurch

      “And when you pray, do not be like the hypocrites,
      for they love to pray standing in the synagogues and
      on the street corners to be seen by men. ITell you the
      truth, they have received their reward in full.” Matthew 6:5

      The college-me would call the current-me a hypocrite.
      That’s what I did back then. Any claiming to be a Christian
      automatically earned that prestigious title. I judge… after all
      because I sat in my lofty seat in the college library; weighed
      such grave matters in my head and in my poetry. My pencil
      could strike down any Christ-follower with a witty rhyme.

      I knew they were all fake.

      So, I had a lot to learn about love. But I was right about the hypocrisy thing.

      The current me is, in fact, a hypocrite.

      Jesus warned us not to be like the hypocrites, those who put on a show but don’t let the
      show touch their hearts. And when I’m honest, that’s exactly what I do sometimes. Worship
      becomes a series of movements, a tentative toe-tap into the spiritual waters. All the while, my
      mind has drifted off to my bank account, my schedule, and on one of my feeds.

      That type of worship isn’t worship. It’s a show put on for my own gratification, one that makes me
      feel better about doing the “Christian thing.” In those moments, I’m exactly what my college self ac-
      cused me of.

      Hypocrite.

      small note:

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    2. heard ska as
      much as was able,
      when i was stuck in that
      place; played as much as i could
      when i was stuck in that place; dated
      the cutest girls possible when i was stuck
      in that place, hung at 17th street and it’s pub too
      often, and even though i wasn’t stuck there all the time,
      we hung out at the ZETA house on the hill constantly; shhhhhh…

      Strangely in love By Gary D. Jones | October 12, 2018 | On Wednesday in my inquirers class
      a group of 30 or so who are gathering weekly to talk about what it means to be a Christian in the Episcopal tradition;
      I mentioned a formative incident in my first church. I was in my 20s at the time and probably had no business leading
      a church, but something important happened in the context of a Sunday morning forum. I was talking about relationships
      and had opened the floor for questions or comments. That’s when a young mother stood up and said to a room full of nicely
      dressed, successful people, “I love this church, but I have to admit that when I come here, you all seem to be doing smuch better
      than me. Your kids seem happy, your marriages seem so healthy. But I’m struggling; being married is the toughest thing I’ve ever done,
      and sometimes I don’t know if I’m going to make it.” You could have heard a pin drop. This was church, after all, where we were accustomed
      to dressing up for each other—pretending and hiding the truth about our lives. If there was a personal problem, you MIGHT tell the clergy, but you definitely wouldn’t let on with others in your church! But that day in the forum, after the young mother’s comment and the long, pregnant pause that followed, suddenly from the other side of the room, someone broke the silence by hesitantly saying, “You, too?” And that’s all it took; to initiate one of the most moving, supportive, and communal reflections on the real stuff of being human. After I told that story Wednesday at St. Stephen’s, it happened again. We had started talking about Jesus as a healer, and right when we were about to get stuck in fruitless theological speculation about how or whether prayer really works, a person spoke about a family member who has been terribly sick for years, and about how God seemed so far away. Again, there was that awkward silence. But then someone else broke the silence, speaking movingly about her struggle with cancer. Another person then told about his wife’s tragic death and his struggle to get his life back. And a sweet lady, whose eyes started to fill, quietly mentioned the death of her son. This was an “inquirers class,” but its members aren’t looking for answers. Instead, these are people who seem to have discovered that peculiar sense of life and freedom that comes from openly living the deeper questions. As one
      person after another shared gently and freely, it felt to me, in the words of the old hymn, that there was “a sweet, sweet spirit” in the room.
      I used to wonder what Jesus meant about people gathering “in his name,” as in, “Where two or three are gathered in my name, was there among them.” Now I think I have an idea about that. When we gather in the spirit of truth and kindness, when we are not afraid of the questions but choose to live the questions together in humility and gentleness with each other, there is a comforting and empowering Presence among us.
      And although I hardly know most of the people in that inquirers class, last night I found myself feeling strangely in love.

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  1. through Jesus Christ our Lord,
    ……………………………………………… . be
    ……………………………………………. . glory,
    ………………………………………….. . majesty,
    ………………………………………… . dominion,
    ………………………………………. . and authority,
    …………………………………… . before all time and
    …………………………………… . now and forever dig
    …………………………………………….. . men
    …………………………………………….. . Jude
    …………………………………………….. . 1:24

    that’s the ticket . … ya think? … who knew? ..

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