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Doc Holliday pulled fast, sick as he was.

on May 19, 2024

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Lawren Harris, artist making us proud

Shouldering Under

Compassionate Prayer A few summers ago I was approached by two men at my workplace who were confronted with weighty issues needing prayer. The one a diagnosis of cancer. The other a wife trying for the third time to bring a baby to full term. They wanted another to know the facts, to be in their corner, to offer up prayer. I learned later that they each had church communities busy in prayer, although of very different traditions. In a couple of months both men brought praise reports back to me. I shared in their joy, giving credit to Jesus. Later at an assignment out in our steel yard, I was alone with time for private thoughts. I thanked the Lord for undertaking for my friends. In my spirit I heard the words, "It was significant that you prayed, and prayed with compassion." "Yes Lord, it was heartfelt. But I knew those fellows. I had a vested interest. It seemed easy to get my shoulders under it." "Oh, if you would only pray more. What you might one day lear

The Big C (death met by the craven or courageous?)

Yes By All Means Get Ready I made you to be like me. But stubbornness, lust, men's opinions, self-hurt and self-love got in the way. Time has moved on for you and for your place of occupancy. There is less of it remaining, but I do not want you to get that 'sand left in the hourglass' impression. You are eternal just as I am eternal, and you are jolted as you try to realize it. Because time measurement has been a crutch and comfort of sorts. Children's birthday parties. School terms. Summer sunsets. Wedding anniversaries. Retirement from the Plant. Remembrance Day. A grandchild's High School Graduation...and so on. “Prepare to meet your God”. Amos a farmer and one of my messengers had said this. You probably hear it as a kind of threat and quickly turn your imaginings elsewhere. No need to dwell on death. The timing is in my hands, notwithstanding the seeming turmoil all around. So get to know me wontchya? Love can also be just. Dreaming and actualizing the best.

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Doc Holliday pulled fast, sick as he was.

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