Category: Authenticity

Is God calling people to go to church or be His church?

Mid Life Celebration the book, in Calgary Alberta Canada
Casual glances lead to overlooking what’s right in front of us (see it?)

 

Is God calling people to go to church or be His church?

Hey, can I please have 15 seconds of his time? The two others waiting said, go ahead.

It lasted two minutes. Leaving his office, apologized to the secretary and the two folks waiting – for taking longer than promised.

Walking (half skipping) backwards down the hall, hands folded and bowing graciously to them, she quickly said, you’re like a 12 year old, I love your energy.

I said whoa, wait, and walked quickly toward them and said, you know what it is? It’s blessings. Being fully conscious – all day everyday. I don’t want to waste a single day.

They both seem astonished, smiled… and then thanked me for saying that.

It seemed like a ‘Church’ moment.

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A harsh reality and an astonishing paradox

iPhone 5s out of stock sign at Apple Store
A harsh reality is that some people will have to wait, or compromise, even if it’s painful

 

A harsh reality.

And an astonishing paradox.

The opposite of knowing where we are going and how to get there is being lost and clueless.

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There is gold in those distant hills

Orlando lakefront property
There is a chance that a big house on a lake facing Disney fireworks could do the same thing

 

There is gold in those distant hills. And the gold is the two big, desirable emotions we all want to possess – peace and contentment.

Peace with who we are.

Content with what we have.

Authenticity is the only path.

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Yesterday, for the fist time in years (probably longer), I saw the color of my skin

Martin Luther King Jr. quote
Thank God for Martin Luther King Jr. Seriously.

 

Mentioned yesterday there’s a likelihood we’ll see thoughts on Trayvon Martin and George Zimmerman.

Not sure if i can do it.

Whether it’s worth it.

If it will make it better, or worse.

Yesterday, for the fist time in years (probably longer), I saw the color of my skin being visible to others as we passed each other by.

Surreal.

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