
Our Father, who sees in secret, looks at our hearts, for it is from there that we truly live.
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Our Father, who sees in secret, looks at our hearts, for it is from there that we truly live.
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Do you throw yourself with reckless abandon into Gods loving arms each day? This is necessary to walk the narrow path of salvation. Do you walk the path of your own desires excluding those before you in need? Gods will is mercy, compassion, and forgiveness. This is the purity of heart the spiritual life draws us to live, through the narrow gate of life.
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Judgment is part of living the narrow path of salvation. God’s justice rights what is wrong and calls us to live in right order, counter cultural to the world. We are to be immersed in the presence and action of The Holy.
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Today’s world says do what makes you happy. As Christian’s we are to do what makes us holy.
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Do you feel like you’re on a treadmill that never stops? Do you need some quiet time? Some family time? Some time when you can renew your mind, your body and your spirit? Things that make us the “good life?” Then maybe it’s time to reclaim Sunday as a day of rest and a special day.
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After a recent spiritual direction session, I had a major shift in mindset. This is the “new mind” experience Paul talks about in Romans, it’s an expanded perspective from my normally conditioned point of view.
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Lately, I’ve been drawn to the idea of “stuff is not your friend.” Not in the minimalist way but in the fact that it is a distraction. It occupies space in my heart and mind requiring time, attention, and care, leaving less time for what really matters.
On a pilgrimage to Assisi a few years ago, Saint Francis encouraged me to live simply.
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I’m so lucky one of my favorite humans is also my daughter. Twenty-eight years ago I was given a gift. Little did I know that as I unwrapped the layers of this precious gift, it would make me a better person.
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