Lord, Disarm Me
Loving God of heaven and earth, I can conceal nothing from you. I beg you to disarm me of my harsh judgments, my sense of entitlement, my short fuse.
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Loving God of heaven and earth, I can conceal nothing from you. I beg you to disarm me of my harsh judgments, my sense of entitlement, my short fuse.
When I once preached on the wedding feast at Cana, I suggested that the six stone jars had a moral interpretation: six ways to purify the soul.
Forget your cell, your cave, your place of prayer and be where you are—and in no other place.
Pop-up demonstrations surprise us with their energy and brevity. Pop-ups can be fun. I will be alert today to opportunities to pop-up a prayer of gratitude.
This year, I am wandering the Mojave in my mind and heart.
Because of my race, my innate gifts, my appearance, my security, I have experienced unearned happiness and lived to see this day.
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