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Name: JoAnn
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2/16/2006
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| I was enchanted by the performance of Godspell at Camp NEOSA, and so looking forward to seeing it again on Friday night in Ashland (7 p.m., Park Street Brethren Church). One scene has stayed with me - Christ coming to each of the people around him and touching them, in a sense awakening them to his love. One glimpse is when he put a barette in the hair of a young woman - so tender - definitely a moment that spoke "you are mine." Indeed, I was left with the prayer of Bernard of Clairveaux - three things I pray - to see thee more clearly, love thee more dearly, follow thee more nearly. Join us Friday night for a repeat performance - GODSPELL! | | |
| Anybody notice the title of the evening program at the commissioning weekend: Be Moved: A Free Evening of Family Entertainment and Worship. Hmm. . . | | |
| I said good-bye to a friend today, who was loved by hundreds of people. Funny how it is often only in death that we see the fullness of a life, the many sides that make a man or woman whole. The rituals of the church helped - the ancient words, the sights, sounds and smells of the Catholic mass - kind of like the women at the tomb of Jesus, preparing the spices, doing what needs to be done in the face of death. His death was just way too soon, happened far too quickly. Blessed are we who mourn. | | |
| I think that the Hebrews had it right - tonight, I feel like tearing some clothes, gnashing some teeth, putting on sackcloth, and wailing into the night. Enough said. | | |
| I had the privilege this weekend of leading a retreat from a small group of women from an Anglican fellowship (included a women of our advisory board). We gathered in a private home in the Hocking Hills area - beautiful country - and spent 24 hours with the Hagar narrative. I loved watching as her story came alive, and as the women saw themselves over and over in her story. She continues to speak to me as well, and it seems that each time I read her story, there is something new. It became a powerful reminder of the words of Lamentations, as the songwriter arranges them: The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases, his mercies never come to an end. They are new every morning. Great is thy faithfulness, O Lord. Thank you once again, Hagar, for reminding me of El- Roi, the God who sees. | | |
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