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To Pray

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Luke 11:1-13 Teach us to pray, Jesus.  You seem to do it so well; God really seems to listen to you. Teach us to pray, Jesus. There are things we are carrying and don’t know how to put down. There are things we are longing for that we can’t seem to find.  There are things that are broken that we wish we could fix. There’s so much we need, and we feel kind of alone or afraid. We want so badly to be able to escape the pain, or solve the problem.  Teach us to pray.
John taught his disciples; they’ve got their strategy down. They’re going onto the field prepared.  We want to feel that way. Effective instead of helpless.  Prepared and ready with a solution whatever may arise, instead of confused, lost or wondering what to do.
If only we had some way to repair things, some way to feel secure. If only we had an in with the Divine. Lord, teach us to pray.
But Jesus gives them no formula or a method, not a foolproof strategy to get God to listen or make the things happen that you believe should happen.�…

Drowning, deep breaths, and who defines reality

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 Luke 10:38-42
The story of Mary and Martha almost always leads to some kind of polarizing assumptions about how we should be and what we should do, that tend to begin with, So, are you a Mary or a Martha? In other words, Are you a doer? Or a thinker? – (and before you answer, serene thinkers are clearly better than busy doers). 
EXCEPT that nothing gets done without the doers, so don’t say it too loudly.  Who’s going to get the food on the table if everyone is sitting around at the feet of Jesus? What would happen if we all stopped doing? Nothing. That’s what would happen. A whole lot of nothing would get done.  And then where would we be? 
Martha is muttering all of this to herself while she slams the pots down on the stove and glares into the living room, trying to catch Mary’s eye, while Mary is apparently casually on purpose ignoring her.  And the dinner starts to burn and the table isn’t set and the other guests are approaching, finally, driven to desperation, Martha tattles.  And…

Freedom, well lived

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Galatians 5:1, 13-25
Summer is a wild ride when you’re a kid. You’re used to waking up early, getting dressed right away, packing up your homework from the night before and heading off to eight completely structured hours, with clear expectations, a system of grades and accountability, a sense of progress and strict guidelines.  Evenings are shaped by homework, hockey practice, piano lessons and regimented ritual. 
Then one day in June you wake up and all bets are off.
 The sun rises to 14 glorious wide open and unaccounted-for hours.  What will you do? What wont you do?Please! And at first it is spectacular.
You don’t feel like getting dressed? Then don’t! You forgot to brush your teeth? So what!  Inside, outside, games, tv, bikes, neighbors, sprinklers and sidewalk chalk and bare feet and sudden bouts of boredom (who even remembers what that feels like??) It’s an absolute dream come true. What if you could do whatever you wanted – begs the tantalizing question of summer, all day, every …