Self-awareness
Self-awareness is being able to not just feel your emotions, but observe yourself feeling your emotions; to not just have thoughts but to observe your thoughts as though they weren’t yours; to not just have beliefs, but to question those beliefs.
This self-observation—or the mind that watches itself—is at the root of mental and emotional health. It is a skill that we can practice and become better at. Therefore, knowledge is gained and wisdom is practiced. While knowledge is accumulated, wisdom is honed. While knowledge can be lost, wisdom lasts forever.
Mark Manson
Prison Prayer Request
Posted on 5.10.2021
As I’ve shared, after a long absence due to COVID, chaplain volunteers have recently been allowed back to the unit on Sundays to participate and preach in the prison worship services.
I preached in two services yesterday. In one of the services, we had a moment where the men could come forward for prayer. Three men came to me and we shared in a time of prayer.
The request that struck me was from Robert. Robert was heavily tattooed, even on his eyelids. Obviously, an intimidating appearance. But as Robert shared his prayer request, tears started to fill his eyes.
Robert was a stutterer. And he wanted prayers for his speech. When he’s anxious or emotional, he can’t express himself. What he carries on the inside cannot make it to the outside. In fact, Robert shared that the reason for all this tattoos is that they communicate the important things that he cannot. He has etched his heart on his skin.
I prayed. For the healing of Robert’s speech, but mostly for his pain, his frustration, his embarrassment, his shame.
I left the unit thinking about Robert. We’re all carrying on the inside some fragile thing, our external facades masking some shame or deep frustration. Looking at Robert, you wouldn’t know the pain he carried. When we gaze at each other we can’t see what is hidden on the inside. Like Robert, we’re all carrying, even hiding, some private fragile thing.
Richard Beck
What Happens?
Russell Moore’s powerful and anguished words, “What happens when people reject the church because they think we reject Jesus and the gospel?” He continued, “What if people don’t leave the church because they disapprove of Jesus, but because they’ve read the Bible and have come to the conclusion that the church itself would disapprove of Jesus?”
Sin
Sin is so seductive and its strategies can seem so reasonable. In fact, sin is so deceptive as to make standing against it not only humanly unreasonable but culturally untenable, not only unloving but insensitive.
J D Walt
Follow your dreams…
A few years ago I was the commencement speaker for my son’s High School graduation. During the talk I made a very uncommencment like observation. I said, “During commencement addresses you’re supposed to tell the graduates to ‘follow your dreams.’ But if the research is to be believed, that is bad advice. What we dream for often doesn’t make us happy.”
Richard Beck
Live by the Spirit
“Since we live by the Spirit, let us keep in step with the Spirit. (Galatians 5.25) For years now, Strictly Come Dancing has been a highlight for those who are into such reality shows. What makes for a good performance is timing, movement in unison, anticipation of the moves, mutual understanding, shared enthusiasm, familiarity with the music and rhythm, and practice; lots and lots of practice. If we keep in step with the Spirit, and perform the music of Scripture with practised precision, then we become like those Paul described as those who live by the Spirit, and receive the promise: “The one who sows to please the Spirit, from the Spirit will reap eternal life.”
Jim Gordon
The Kingdom of Man
In the Kingdom of Man, the seas are ribboned with plastic, the forests are burning, the cities bulge with billionaires and tented camps, and still we kneel before the idol of the great god Economy as it grows and grows like a cancer cell. And what if this ancient faith is not an obstacle after all, but a way through? As we see the consequences of eating the forbidden fruit, of choosing power over humility, separation over communion, the stakes become clearer each day. Surrender or rebellion; sacrifice or conquest; death of the self or triumph of the will; the Cross or the machine. We have always been offered the same choice. The gate is strait and the way is narrow and maybe we will always fail to walk it. But is there any other road that leads home?
Paul Kingsworth
Christian corporations
…all too many American Christian institutions are corporations first. They’re perpetually-existing legal entities who confront each and every scandal with a single prime directive: This ministry must endure. It is too important to fail. It cannot die.
David French
View from the front porch.
It has been a busy few days, rehearsal and dinner, wedding and reception, family visiting. It was all good and great memories abound.
I cautiously predict spring has arrived, sweet smelling lilacs, stunningly beautiful rhododendrons, green grass, warmer mornings are undeniable evidence.
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Linda’s van slowed and stopped. “I lost Archie.” she lamented, “he passed unexpectedly on April 28.”
I had been missing him, but with cool weather and my absence, I expected he would appear with spring,—walking to Cluckers to buy lottery tickets for Linda. His wife Linda and I never met but Archie walked past regularly and we often talked. A gregarious person, in his jeans and suspenders, looking like he might have been working in his garden, he shared a lot. He took pleasure in walking the one mile round-trip to buy the lottery tickets for Linda. Unable to get out, lottery tickets brought her some joy, he said. He was willing to do what he could to make her happy. “I love her,” he said, “I finally found a good one, she’s my third wife. We’ve been married 27 years.” “I’m her fourth husband.” Amused, I tried to do the math…
I never got to hear the whole story.
I miss Archie. As I think about he and Linda, I am thankful that they found each other. I am thankful that Archie stopped to talk. I may just buy her some lottery tickets.
Still on the journey