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I know that someone Has stolen your smile Before you were born To our world, To your kingdom of fire. And I know that somewhere In the night of your soul I could see it loom Among the shadows of the moon, And witness the greatest wonder of all And I know, too, that I should Release the dark from its duty to Guard it - lest it be lost In the spectrum of colors Claiming its light..Yet I am

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In the silence of my soul, I hear the noise of You – ebb and flow, Come and go, retracting Only to return for another embrace: - edge of water Spread over this bareness, Covering each of my faults and fears. I close my eyes and Cross a cluster of stars. Beyond Orion, I wake upon a radiant sea Reflecting my face at the end of my knees. There, water is gold, And gold is Your everlasting

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This evening I spent some on my favorite place as of late: my bench-swing in the back lawn. I absolutely love the privacy and solitude this space provides, a space that often draws me apart for quiet reflection. As I laid on the bench, I looked up. This was, in fact, the purpose why I came out tonight. I wanted to go lay on the bench and just look up. So I stared at the trees hovering over my

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Many times my patients and their families exclaimed, after we prayed: “So beautiful!” And while I don’t quite know what made them say that, often times I sensed that the surprising element was the freedom I displayed in addressing God directly, as one who truly IS, who is up there, and down here, and who is love and grace – yes, even in the midst of our unbearable suffering. I have experienced

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I like to follow hand-written calendars. One of those you write, and re-write, over and again, as weeks pass by, taking with them a page, a column - witnesses of the events passed by you, and passing into your existence and experience. Today, as I crossed off another week, I was startled at realizing how close I really am to a new end, and to a new beginning. This has been a long haul – a

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So here I am, at another crossroad. So scared of the future. So scared of this dream getting greater and greater. I’ve always dreamed high. And I’ve lived every year of my life pursuing my dreams, stepping through gates opened at the gentle but unstoppable breath of the Holy Spirit. Last night I was laying in bed feeling so small, telling God: “Just look at me, God, what can You do with me?

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You, Queen over all thoughts Plunged, like ripe autumn plums Upon this ground - cradle for The dead, and those first come to life: Arrows and missiles, always Leaving a trace, never missing The earliest sign of a flower Bloomed by the gravestone, Or the first breath of those Born again, and again. You, King over all feelings Spread, like the eagle’s wings Slashing the sky unmercifully,

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One of the most disheartening questions that people who crossed my path lately struggle with is “Why”. Yes, the old Why. And I am not surprised at that. I am surprised, though, at the nuance that I perceive in our conversations. It’s almost a “Why” that fits the post modern thought, the post modern spiritual frame and struggle. I’ll try to explain: It seems that there is an increasing tendency

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I was listening to Ted Wilson’s sermon this Sabbath - a truly uplifting message, when something of what He said drifted my mind for a short time to some tangential thoughts. I can’t recall right now what it was, but surely part of it was his vivid description of Israel’s history with God. I thought about their desire to go back to Egypt and wondered if, maybe, when they considered going back,

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Part of my current responsibilities as chaplain is to participate twice a month in FST {Family Support Team}. Between 9 am and 3 pm, we take over the FST phone from the Crisis Intervention Unit (who manages this ministry for the rest of the time, including overnight) and enter the world of the emergency department for six hours of immediate response - when needed. Though in our rotation, we only

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Well…I guess an adventure like that is hard to remember without also sharing! How how did I get there? And what was it like? This is what I’d like to tell if you just take a few minutes to sit back in your chair, and continue to read. (Just as long as you are not behind a steering wheel! :P)Since my teenage years, almost every year around Christmas I sought to do something with those less

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So here I am, in my on-call room, after a summer of transitions and challenges, closeness grown into deeper love, and distances grown into deepening myself, where fears and prayers have often held hands as the door opened and closed time and again, pouring me out to the hearts in need, and receiving me back enriched and softened. Here, where my special blue, puffy blanked has kept me warm and

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Have you ever watched someone die? Not “seen” someone die, but “watched”. Watched intently and intensely for that last dose of air going in, and then out, and then…nothing. Stiff body, still face, turned white in matters of seconds as life drips away.A DNR (do not resuscitate) is hard to watch die. And the family is also hard to watch watching the dying. There is a lot of watching, yes. Intensely

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One of the passages that I find most intriguing in the Bible is found in Matt. 14:13-21 (also, Mark 6:32-44; Luke 9:10-17; John 6:1-13).A wonderful day spent by the sea of Galilee in the presence of Jesus, hearing His teachings and witnessing His healings, was crowned with the miraculous feeding of over 5,000 people. In Desire of Ages, Ellen White provides us with valuable insights: Seated upon

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A blog prompted by some thoughts I had as I walked back from school this morning...This winter break I had the chance to spend a few days in my childhood town. I was looking forward to go for a walk through the town all alone, and just spend time with my thoughts and my memories as I visited my favorite places, some of which I had not seen for over ten years: the elementary school where I studied

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Yesterday, as I read part of Abraham’s story in Patriarchs and Prophets, two things stood out to me, two things that I feel I’ve never seen before, and that really provoked my thought.(1). I was surprised to understand deeper the series of consequences that Sarai and Abram’s lack of faith had. Actually, they believed that God had a plan with them, but the problem was that they thought they had a

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Right now I am intrigued at a paradox I’ve struggled for years to understand (and still haven’t).In Adventism (and probably in other religious context as well), we are often told that we need to be different; that others need to see in us something they would desire, and strive to have/be. We are to be lights in the world; we are expected to be examples, role models. We are called to be

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A few thoughts on Genesis 3:13: “And the LORD God said unto the woman, What is this that thou hast done? And the woman said, The serpent deceived, and I did eat.”What caught my attention in this verse is that the fact that Eve seems to have thought her excuse for sinning - having been deceived, to be a valid one. Now, it is true that she was deceived. However, what follows in the account shows

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Gen 3:22-24 And the LORD God said, Behold, the man is become as one of us, to know good and evil: and now, lest he put forth his hand, and take also of the tree of life, and eat, and live for ever. Therefore the LORD God sent him forth from the garden of Eden, to till the ground from whence he was taken. So he drove out the man; and he placed at the east of the garden of Eden Cherubims, and a

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These days I am reading Genesis for my devotionals. We’re at the scene just about after Adam and Eve broke God’s commandment, and ate from the forbidden tree. And they heard the sound of the Lord God walking in the garden, in the cool of the day, and Adam and his wife hid themselves from the presence of the Lord God among the trees of the garden. (Gen. 3: 8)Adam and Eve heard “the sound of the

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So there I was this morning, sitting in church and listening to a great sermon about Sanctuary and atonement. And I was just meditating on God’s love, when this returning idea held me captive for a while (I am always grateful for the study guide when my thoughts catch me by surprise … :P)And I was thinking of God’s love, and how the greatest proof of His love is the creation of Lucifer. Yes. I

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Rev 9:1 And the fifth angel sounded, and I saw a star fallen from heaven unto the earth: and to him was given the key of the bottomless pit.Rev 9:2 And he opened the bottomless pit; and there arose a smoke out of the pit, as the smoke of a great furnace; and the sun and the air were darkened by reason of the smoke of the pit.Rev 9:3 And there came out of the smoke locusts upon the earth: and

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If angles have a heart like Lucifer’s that can become proud, and if angels have a heart that can love, they their heart must be capable to feel pain as well. At times we might think of Earth as the “black spot” of the universe, tarnished by sin and boiling with suffering. After all, Adam and Eve are the only two creatures at the head of a race that has been utterly pulled down by transgression.It

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I’ve often heard people saying that they feel more satisfaction when they work hard in order to earn something or win someone. They testify to enjoy more what they acquire through effort.Why is it that we appreciate more what we earn thourgh a laborious process? Could there be any connection between this and the fact that we seem to loose the capacity to appreciate something or someone we are

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