Our Spiritual Revival: Once More About 2024

It’s late afternoon on NYE 2024. Half the world has already welcomed 2025 with pyrotechnics, paper mâché and prayers. Those of us in the western hemisphere will catch-up shortly; a matter of hours as the earth spins once more around the sun. Marking a new year only because we’ve collectively agreed on this human centric…

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So, This is Christmas at Fifty-Eight

I love the Christmas season. It’s a sensual spectacle for my soul. The yummy treats that appear only once a year, even if my appetite for them is a year-round event. The power of light to pierce the short December days and even longer December nights. The glorious music. The profane and holy, both speaking…

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Half a Mile a Day

Like so much about my about past, I had wide opinions and narrow views about life. This included politics and people; aesthetics and art; food and fun. Like so much about my now, my life has been transformed through the power of God’s grace and unconditional love for all people; people like me and people…

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Judgement, Compassion, and Jesus

Judging others is a timeless human pastime. A characteristic that transcends time and terrain. An attribute that easily entraps all people, particularly people of any faith. And each time we judge someone, we diminish ourselves, denigrate others and dishonor God. Throughout any given day, I find myself making judgements about people I know and don’t…

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God’s Gift of Grace for Me, for Thee, for We

If any person, prophet, priest or preacher tells you that you’re not deserving of God’s love or that God’s grace doesn’t extend to you. They are wrong. Jesus is clear in his proclamation that the kingdom of God calls all people. There’s no exceptions, no asterisks, no legal fine print and no exclusions.

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The Almighty, The Prodigal Son and Two Cats: Part Two

With the passing of our Sphynx in 2020, my heart was wrecked. This deep devastation and sorrowful state would pave the way for my ego to surrender itself to God. At fifty-five, I could no longer carry the pain and suffering of a life built on sands of misplaced faith. In my sheepish service to the status quo and its stuff, I lost my soul.

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