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    What’s Coming is Greater than What’s Been

    Once again we embark on another holiday season. Coincidentally, I, along with many of my family and friends, am in a season of transition. We are standing at the precipice of change. We are searching for new jobs, new directions, waiting for news of a promotion, or coming to the end of a sabbatical. Not knowing what comes next can be a highly uncomfortable and downright scary place to be in. Years ago, God’s people found themselves in a similar situation. They knew the promised Messiah was coming. They just didn’t know WHEN. Advent is a season observed in many Christian churches as a time of expectant waiting and preparation…

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    Monday Musings: It’s Covered!

    My car was making this weird noise. It was a grinding, annoying noise that made me cringe when I heard it. It was the kind of noise that made me immediately think LOTS of dollar signs. I was five months into my year sabbatical. Translation – I DIDN’T HAVE A JOB! I was living off of savings. So, you can imagine the anxiety I was feeling as this unexpected expense stared me in the face. Biting the bullet, I headed to the Ford dealership. Normally, I would take it to a local mechanic. But, I had a couple of safety recalls that needed to be addressed so I figured I…

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    Monday Musings: Keep Moving!

    Do you remember when you first learned to ride a bike? It seemed like a HUGE undertaking. Keeping your balance without the use of training wheels, trusting that your forward momentum would propel you – that was such a milestone! Now, most of us can ride on autopilot; even if we haven’t ridden in years. Albert Einstein says that life is kind of like that. If we only keep moving, we’ll retain, remember, or re-calibrate. In his letter to the church at Philippi, the Apostle Paul says it like this: I’m not saying that I have this all together, that I have it made. But I am well on my…

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    The Gift of Dance

    I’m not sure when it happened. I can’t place the exact time, moment, or event that took place. All I know is that one day I woke up and realized that I had lost my dance. So caught up in the mundane complexities of a life of service to others I sat in church one Sunday and realized that I hadn’t danced in YEARS. Yes, I said YEARS. For some of you, this will seem strange. However, I grew up in a culture, specifically a church culture, that used dance as an expression. An expression of joy, pain, victory, hope, praise, and thanksgiving. It wasn’t unusual to dance or “shout”…