Category Archives: The Daily Bread

Dolphins Come in the Winter

Here is an untraditional symbol of Advent that burst its way into my rainy day. But I think it can hold its own. In the South of France, dolphins were a symbol for the King. The dolphins are back. Or maybe it is I. It is hard to know who is the constant. Some days they are there. And somedays, not. If you are patient, you can discern a certain undercurrent, a stirring of the waters, that disturbs the rhythmically march toward the shore. The disturbance always reveals a promise.I studied those waters, inky and thick like motor oil, today....
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A Light Shines in the Darkness

I am preparing a small teaching on the Gospel reading for this Sunday, Mark 13:24-37, which happens to be Advent 1. I thought I would share it with you as a blog.Here is the reading (but I encourage you to read the whole chapter of Mark 13): Jesus said:24“But in those days, following that distress, “‘the sun will be darkened, and the moon will not give its light; 25 the stars will fall from the sky, and the heavenly bodies will be shaken.’26 “At that time people will see the Son of Man coming in clouds with great power and glory. 27 And he will send his angels...
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Mountains and Mysteries

"For what is known about God is plain, because God has made it plain. For since the creation of the world, God’s invisible qualities – his eternal power and divine nature – have been clearly seen, being understood from what has been made.

Romans 1:19-20

I have just come “back down” again, after another glorious trip into the mountains. Each trip, I find I am drawn deeper and higher into what I can hardly find the words to describe. The words “beauty”, or “majesty”, and even “glory”, hardly seem enough....
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The Way Forward

“Show me your ways, O Lord. Teach me your paths; Guide me in your truth and teach me, For you are God my Savior, and my hope is in you all day long.” Psalm 25: 4-5I have been praying this psalm all week and didn’t know it. Following the storm, and walking into the disaster-torn areas, where wreckage and waste define the landscape and sometimes the hearts of those who now are sifting through it, I have been asking God this question: What do you want me to do? But as I began to write this, I realized this prayer was not just...

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