Letter From a Friend

There are a lot of things that would be nice to hear during those long days and dark nights in the middle of a faith crisis. If there is one thing that is often in short supply, it is the support of a loving friend whose bottom line is you and your well-being. if it were possible, each and every person walking down that lonely road ought to at least have one person who would pen a letter like this one.

This is for all of those who have faced this journey alone.

Hey there, my friend.

I hear life has been smacking you around a bit. Sounds like you are getting hit with the raw end of a whole lot of stuff.

I’m sorry this is happening to you. I’m really sorry that life is so rough right now.

Of course I’ve heard about some of the things going on. You are not going to church anymore. In fact, I’ve been told that you have decided to leave the Church behind.

Becoming a Lotus~Hillary Hunt

A friend shared this beautiful post written by Hillary. The words are resonating, even haunting in their familiarity. It is a treat to read something so poignant and well-written.

http://www.hillaryhunt.com/blog/becoming-a-lotus

An Easter Message for the Uncorrelated

Mary Magdalene went to the tomb and found it empty. I can imagine the fear and panic that must have seized her mind and body in those moments, with not even Christs’ remains left to offer her comfort, to facilitate the process of grief. She needed that physical body so her spirit could cling to the life that once existed within. To this point, her emotional and psychological pain had been unbearable, but the loss of Jesus’ body amplified her sorrow.

Then the resurrected Jesus stood before her. Did he look so different in his resurrected form or did the dictates of her logical mind supersede her ability to comprehend a miracle?

Saved by the Osmonds

Need a good read on a Tuesday morning? Check out author Ingrid Ricks' post on Salon.com.
Saved by the Osmonds.

The Invisible God

Peacewriter contributor St. Jude sent another thought provoking commentary our way this week. in this latest piece, she questions just where god has been while devastation and terror have rained down on his children the world over.

Sometimes I wonder if it has been so long since God Himself was mortal that He has forgotten what the experience is like for the rest of us.

Sometimes I wonder if God has grown tired of being God and chosen to just walk away and let us self destruct while He busies Himself on a new project. One less complicated than this one turned out to be.
We make ourselves feel better with cliché’ phrasing like “God’s hands are our hands.” But we all know that our hands aren’t sufficient enough or quick enough to stop the dying that will happen today, and tomorrow…

While Japans nuclear reactors melt down we don’t have the knowledge or capacity to stop it. And yet we tell our children God can do anything.

Where I Find God ~ Not Very Useful Truths

Lifelongguy, one of my favorite blog writers, wrote a gem this week. Well worth the read. This is one of my favorite parts:


It's in this reserved space that I feel moved by the way my body can function. It's here that I sense beauty of the landscape I am within. I feel united in the world, one with the ever changing environment around me, an integral part of a bigger place in which I am both trivial and essential. This is where I find God.

This post resonates deeply.

I realize how alive I am and what a miracle it is to be able to run, in this place, at this exact moment. It's then that I know God. At the top of a hill, exhausted and delighted at the view, knowing an exhilarating descent is ahead, I catch my breath and appreciate that the present is amazing and yet the best is yet to come. Achievement and solitude and overwhelming self-awareness. God is there.

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