In our bones: Holy Week reflections

http://www.patheos.com/blogs/unfundamentalistchristians/2016/03/in-our-bones-holy-week-reflections/


Christian Churches Supporting Syrian Refugees | ANGELO LOPEZ BLOG

https://angelolopez.wordpress.com/2015/11/29/christian-churches-supporting-syrian-refugees/


Pope’s Popularity

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Isaiah 40 (Incomparable)

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Live as I lived.

During a prayer time today after a conflict with a friend and roommate, I got a response, which drew me to look at the Beatitudes:

Jesus: Blessed are the spiritually poor—the kingdom of heaven is theirs.
    Blessed are those who mourn—they will be comforted.
    Blessed are the meek and gentle—they will inherit the earth.
    Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness—they will be filled.
    Blessed are the merciful—they will be shown mercy.
    Blessed are those who are pure in heart—they will see God.
    Blessed are the peacemakers—they will be called children of God.
10     Blessed are those who are persecuted because of righteousness—the kingdom of heaven is theirs.
Do you know how difficult that is, to live as Christ himself lived when faced with things like conflict? Seriously. I don’t know about you, but I can tell you one thing: I fail every day. Every day, I’m reminded that I suck at mediating conflict, that I’m not Christ, that all I am is a humble servant. That stinks in the face of ego.  Looks like next time, I’ll shoot back when shot at, because I don’t want to seethe in the face of anger.

More grace than brains.

Sin is sin is sin is sin, right?

I think that`s the way it goes. No matter what, none of us are perfect.

It`s also said somewhere in Scripture that we`re called to carry each other`s baggage. Not all of it, since no one can do that, but we need to share each other`s baggage.

I have trouble with this. I talk to people, they talk to me, and a lot of the time at the end, I feel like I`m carrying a metric fuckton of someone else`s problems. I think it`s a boundary issue, since I share so much and I`m open in my own life.

So what does this mean? Do I behave like a machine, and partition my life into little boxes?  I know I can`t carry this amount of stress in my life without exploding, something like this song.


Love As I Loved

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