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CHRISTMAS GATHERING CELL PHONE PRACTICE

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CHRISTMAS GATHERING CELL PHONE PRACTICE Try this practice at your Christmas Gathering (or any family gathering!):    ·        Have ready a beautiful basket or box, with a lid, and a candle that can burn for several hours. ·        When everyone has arrived, gather together for a few minutes, placing the box or basket in the center of you.    ·        Explain that you would like to shape a certain kind of space for connection and presence by experimenting with being together without your phones.    ·        There will likely be anxiety about this for some.    Have compassion for yourselves. Recognize how we’ve gotten so attached to our phones in today’s day and age, that it is hard to imagine spending time together without them. Name the discomfort. ·        When you are ready to proceed, designate one phone for photos – set it to airplane mode, and set it aside. You can share photos with each other afterwards. ·        Light a candle to signify your intention and

Don't be afraid

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Luke 1:26-38 Mary This is the famous scene, the angel’s pronouncement, which the church has called, “The Annunciation.”  Denise Levertov’s poem, Annunciation, asks, Aren’t there annunciations of one sort or another in most lives?         Some unwillingly undertake great destinies, enact them in sullen pride, uncomprehending. More often those moments,       when roads of light and storm       open from darkness in a man or woman, are turned away from in dread, in a wave of weakness, in despair and with relief. Ordinary lives continue.                                  God does not smite them. But the gates close, the pathway vanishes. The suggestion that we all have moments of divine invitation to be part of something more feels like a stretch sometimes. In a week where I have spent more time than I care to admit being, as my kids call me, a “Karen,” (which apparently means someone who always asks to speak to a manager), in my case, trying to sort out delivery i

Sharing with God

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Hannah, a window designed by Watkins Stained Glass   1 Samuel 1-2:10 Hannah Ask anyone who has ever wanted a child and struggled to conceive, whose gone through the agony of multiple miscarriages, the terrible roller coaster of invitro, or the long and scary process of adoption, ask them what it is like to finally, after everything, hold their child in their arms.  There is nothing like it. It is miraculous. My friend adopted her daughter from Haiti, from an orphanage where she volunteered.     In this place, where there were too few sets of arms, and too many babies needing holding, once or twice a year, my friend would go     down and hold babies.     After fostering locally, and praying and longing for a long time, and after many arduous legal steps, she flew to Haiti, back to that orphanage, to meet the baby girl that was to be hers. She texted me a photo that day, the tiny soft face of a two month old, pressed against her own tear-streaked and joy-filled one