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The Joy Brigade

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ADVENT 3: JOY (Grace Embodied, Part 3. Go here for Part 1, and here for Part 2)
Luke 1
There was a joyful story going around social media this week, shared by a mom who was traveling alone with a 2 and 5 year old, and all three had reached the end of their rope. When they got to the airport security line, the mom was near tears, and one child was screaming. "Out of the blue, one mom stops the line for security and says, 'Here, jump in front of me! I know how it is!' Wyatt fell asleep and I was trying to carry everyone's carry-on when another mom jumps out of her place in line and said, 'Hand me everything. I've got it.'  “When I said thank you to both of them they said ‘don’t you worry, we’re going to make sure you get on that flight.” The second woman helped them all the way to their gate.  And then on the plane, her son began to scream again when a third woman stepped in. “After about 45 min, this angel comes to the back and says ‘you look like you need a br…

God and the slave-girl

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ADVENT 2: PEACE (Grace Embodied, Part 2. Go here for Part 1.)
Genesis 16
The Hebrew word for Peace, Shalom, means “fullness” or “completion.”  Saying Shalom as a greeting is to say, “May you be completed.”
Peace is not an ethereal idea. It’s an actual thing.
Conflict and division – they are real, heavy and dark and sharp, crushing and weighty things. Peace is not just taking that away, leaving nothing but a vacuum, shallow emptiness where squashed-down discord smolders or discontent breeds like mildew.
Peace is not an empty space of enforced silence between otherwise foes.  No. Peace has substance and girth. It exists in the world. It is something you can hold and touch and smell; Peace is tangible and real wholeness.   It’s what God’s kind of life tastes like and feels like in your hands. 
We know the feel of peace. It’s that thing that happens between people when forgiveness is slowly labored into,
and when love is discovered and shared.  It’s when, drifting along untethered, someone sees you…

In our humanness, Hope.

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ADVENT 1 (Grace Embodied, Part 1)
Genesis 1:26-2:9, 2:15-25, (and some of Genesis 3)
There are things we can’t control.  Like this crappy weather.  Or the calendar.  We are carried along on the current of life and here we are, once again bumping up against the time of year most fraught with expectations, and staring down the last page of 2018 with all the millions of things that get jammed into December.
It’s Advent.  Advent is the beginning of the church year, and the church version of the countdown to Christmas.  As the world around us comes to the end of a year, we have come to the beginning.  We’re returning to the silence, the darkness over the face of the deep before the Creator says “Let there be Light” and life begins. Every year the Church cycles through this pattern of seasons of worship that help us understand our story inside God’s story. In Advent we use the color deep blue to signify the darkest night just before the dawn starts breaking in, and we see it as a time of hushed…

Turkey tracks, monkey mind, and other places to glimpse God

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Matthew 6:24-34
On the church retreat last weekend Maisy and I went for a walk through the snowy woods.  We saw all sorts of tracks in the snow – deer, mice, turkeys (which look like big arrows pointing in the way somewhere).  We spotted Jen and Brian, and little Ava sitting atop Brian’s shoulders grasping his head like the world’s cutest smiling hat.   When we had nearly returned to the lodge, we passed a small red squirrel, sitting in the snow, gnawing on an acorn.  It was only about 6 feet away from us, and didn’t seem bothered as we came near.  Suddenly it looked up from its work and noticed us. It’s animal instinct must have kicked in, because it made to run, only instead of dashing across the vast empty field away from us, it must have made a quick calculation about the single tree, a mere two feet from where we stood, and ran toward us instead. A second after it landed on the backside of the trunk, its little tufted, squirrelly face suddenly peeked around the tree, right at our f…