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Monday Meditation

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Eternal fountain of light and truth,
enlighten our minds,
enliven our souls,
and invigorate our bodies.
Transform us
into the likeness of Jesus,filled with the living Christ,
in order to serve you
and all the life
of which you are
the prime element.

We look to Jesus
to understand
a more honest
and effective
way to live
as reflections
of your glorious being.

Help us continuously strive,God of endless energy,
to sense your presence.
You make us feelmore beautiful--
not in some superficial,
Monday night television sort of way;
but more filled--
more FULL-filled
with a beauty
that transcends description
and becomes the center of our being.

In those moments with you
we clearly see
we are not in competition
with each other.
Filled with your splendor,
we are elated; elevated,
excited to share you
with everyone on the planet,
so they too can
feel joy;
so they might
once again have hope;
so they might see
there is lightin the darkness.

We confess, Lord,
that we have trouble seeing the light.
We are berated for being too this
or not-en…

Active Waiting, part 3

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Throughout Advent, our congregation is studying the concept of Active Waiting. Specifically, we’re consciously attempting to practice Lee Raffel’s Active Waiting Guidelines found here: http://www.selfgrowth.com/articles/Raffel1.html. I’m using Intersect to work through my own processes, an online spiritual diary of sorts. I’m also writing with as little editing as possible.

We left DeKalb just as I was to enter my last year of Middle School (8th grade back then). We landed in Dallas, Texas, for a year, then Austin, before finally settling in Moss Bluff, Louisiana. Moss Bluff is a sleepy little borough, all haunted swamps and mossy Cypress, about 20 minutes outside of Lake Charles proper. In the late 1970s the primary industry was petroleum, so much of the population was white working class. Even though I only lived there a few years, Lake Charles is the place I most think of as “home,” at least in some wistful way.

It was at Sam Houston High in Moss Bluff my innate love for music blosso…