Taking the Wrong Fork (a Steve Orr scripture reflection)

 

A dead end can be a negative or a positive, depending on your viewpoint. But it can mean real trouble when you come upon one unexpectedly. 

 

Call it what you will—caving, spelunking, crazy—exploring under the earth is a pastime that just draws some people. My friend and I were two of those people. We started out walking. Then we had to crouch a bit. Soon enough, we were crawling on all fours. All of this to find the rumored “crystal cave.”

 

And always on a slight decline. 

 

In time, the tunnel dimensions grew pretty tight. We lost the ability to turn over on our backs; just too narrow. There was only enough ceiling height for us and our gear. 

 

We eventually found ourselves at a juncture. Left? Right? Like many of life’s choices, the two tunnels before us bore no sign to indicate the best way. For no particular reason, we chose the left tunnel. We expected more decline, so we got pretty excited when the tunnel turned even more downward—until we came to the wall.

 

Dead end. 

 

So there we were, one in front of the other, heads down, feet up. At this point, the tunnel was too tight for us to turn around. We hadn't found the crystal cave. We couldn't go forward. We were out of options. 

 

We just wanted to give up. 

 

Are you feeling that? The claustrophobia? That sense of failure? No room to maneuver? Nowhere to turn? Stuck between a rock and a hard place?

 

The Hebrew word for this kind of situation is tzoros. It's the word for trouble. But not just any run-of-the-mill trouble. It means dire straits, nowhere to turn, between a rock and a hard place, no room to maneuver, out of options, no margin.

 

That's the word in this week's scripture from Psalm 91 where God says, "Those who love me…I will be with them in trouble [tzoros]," 

 

More often than not, we just don’t see tzoros coming. Whether we expect it or are caught off guard, what a difference it makes to not be alone! My friend and I were able to discuss our situation, cheer each other up, and crawl backward to that earlier junction. It took a little longer, but our wrong turn helped us know which was the right turn. And taking that other tunnel led us to the crystal cave (which, by the way, was breathtakingly beautiful and well worth all the trouble). 

 

In Traveling Mercies, Anne Lamott writes, "This is the most profound spiritual truth I know: that even when we're most sure that love can't conquer all, it seems to anyway. It goes down into the rat hole with us…and there it swells and comforts. It gives us second winds, third winds, hundredth winds." That is God's response to no margin, to dire straits, to "out of options," to trouble so bad it needs a special word to describe it. 

 

God knows when we are in tzoros and will be with us in it. God goes down into it with us. God meets us at the dead end...even if we are revisiting that dead end. No matter how much tzoros we’re in, God's expansive (and expanding) love truly can conquer all.

 

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PHOTO: a giant concrete arrow seen from the air 

 

Link to Anne Lamott’s Traveling Mercies: https://smile.amazon.com/Traveling-Mercies-Some-Thoughts-Faith/dp/0385496095/ref=sr_1_1?crid=HS72A167N5OE&keywords=traveling+mercies+by+anne+lamott&qid=1569534211&sprefix=Traveling+m%2Caps%2C316&sr=8-1

 

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Join us Friday morning for DaySpring’s Lectionary Breakfast. We meet at 8:00 on Zoom** and in person at Our Breakfast Place restaurant for an interesting hour of food, scripture, and fellowship. 

 

Blessings,

Steve 

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SCRIPTURES FOR SUNDAY AND THE COMING WEEK

Find them here:

https://lectionary.library.vanderbilt.edu/texts.php?id=281

 

Print them here:

https://lectionary.library.vanderbilt.edu/pdf//Cx_Proper21.pdf

 

Jeremiah 32:1-3a, 6-15

Psalm 91:1-6, 14-16

Amos 6:1a, 4-7

Psalm 146

1 Timothy 6:6-19

Luke 16:19-31

Proper 21 (26) (September 25, 2022)

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Ditch Digger’s Dilemma (a Steve Orr scripture reflection)

 

I suddenly needed money.

 

During high school, my cash reserves had been just fine. I had a generous weekly allowance that covered my daily school lunch with some spending money left over. 

 

That is, until they raised the price of the school lunch. 

 

Suddenly, my allowance would only pay for lunch. It was in the midst of this situation that I heard Principal Mutchler’s announcement. There was a need for a boy to do some manual labor on Saturday. I hurried to the office to let them know I wanted that job. I was motivated by my need for money, and I really didn’t much care what I had to do. 

 

As it turned out, the job was digging a ditch.

 

Those who have dug ditches will agree, I believe, that it is not usually a complicated enterprise. You move earth from one place to another. There is another fairly universal truth about ditch digging: Unless you have access to some pretty sophisticated equipment, it's hard work!  

 

Let me spare you the hour-by-hour description of my first time to dig a ditch. It was not a great experience—not for me, not for my employer, and not for the ditch. But at the end of the day (literally, the end of the day), there was a ditch where one had not previously existed. 

 

And I got paid. 

 

Uncomplicated, but taxing. Simple to understand, but a real challenge to accomplish. Our spiritual walk is much the same. Don’t be fooled by those who tell you different: It is not complicated. 

 

From this week’s 1 Timothy passage: “The first thing I want you to do is pray. Pray every way you know how, for everyone you know. Pray especially for rulers and their governments to rule well so we can be quietly about our business of living simply, in humble contemplation. This is the way our Savior God wants us to live.” 

 

Again, not complicated.  

 

Yes, it can be very challenging. Praying for people with whom we disagree, people we don't trust, people we don't like, even people we didn't vote for. That's hard to do. It helps from time to time to stop and recognize that all we are asked to do are simple things—hear, believe, repent, confess, walk, stand...

 

And pray. 

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PHOTO (of a model excavator): 

https://ec-hobby.com/liebherr-r-945-litronic-full-metal-hydraulic-rc-excavator-20220801-1-2382.html

 

Friday mornings at DaySpring’s Lectionary Breakfast are special. Starting at 8:00, we take an hour to eat, pray, read scripture, and engage us some fascinating discussions. We meet both on Zoom** and in person at Our Breakfast Place. You should join us. 

 

Blessings, 

Steve

 

Steve

 

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SCRIPTURES FOR SUNDAY AND THE COMING WEEK

Find them here:

https://lectionary.library.vanderbilt.edu/texts.php?id=280

 

Print them here:

https://lectionary.library.vanderbilt.edu/pdf//Cx_Proper20.pdf

 

Jeremiah 8:18-9:1

Psalm 79:1-9

Amos 8:4-7

Psalm 113

1 Timothy 2:1-7

Luke 16:1-13

Proper 20 (25) (September 18, 2022)

 

 

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Kicking Mules and Kissing Frogs (a Steve Orr scripture reflection)

 

I like this scene in the movie, Jesse Stone: Lost In Paradise. Police Chief Jesse Stone (Tom Selleck) attempts to mend a broken relationship with a woman he previously upset. But she’s frosty, at first saying she’s “kissed a few frogs” in her day and wondering aloud if Chief Stone is such a reptile. When he offers to make it up to her “over a cup of coffee,” she quotes Mark Twain in response: “There's no education in the second kick of a mule.”

 

You’ll need to watch the movie for the full effect, and for the resolution of the encounter. In romance, we always want  conflicts to be resolved. It is our hope they will finally find what they’ve been looking for. But experience can be a cruel teacher, and some of us are slow to learn. 

 

That seems to be a running theme in this week’s Exodus and Jeremiah passages. God’s people were supposed to be in a committed relationship with God. But they just kept being drawn away to false gods, over and over. 

 

They spent a lot of years “kissing frogs” before God had Moses lead them out of Egypt. In fact, they kissed frogs for so long, they came to believe that was how things were supposed to be. Perhaps we can understand how they were so easily drawn to those bad boys. It’s a hard habit to break. Still, you have to wonder. It’s not like they did these things in a vacuum. God kept giving them reasons to know that He was the real deal. He kept showing them that those false gods never delivered—that, at best, they were just frogs claiming their kisses would produce princes. 

 

Hopefully, we can read these passages and learn the lessons they teach. There’s no need to subject ourselves to a bunch of lies and liars trying to take God’s place in our lives. We should be able to lean into the teachings of Jesus in the Luke passage and the example of the Apostle Paul in this week’s 1st Timothy selection. 

 

Because, after all, there really is nothing new to learn in the second kick of a mule. 

 

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PHOTO: Steve Orr

DaySpring’s Lectionary Breakfast meets Friday morning on Zoom** and at Our Breakfast Place. The hour starts at 8:00 and includes food, fellowship, scripture, and a robust exchange of ideas. Plus, there’s always the chance of some possibly inappropriate laughter. 

 

Join us. 

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SCRIPTURES FOR SUNDAY AND THE COMING WEEK

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https://lectionary.library.vanderbilt.edu/texts.php?id=279

 

Print them here:

https://lectionary.library.vanderbilt.edu/pdf//Cx_Proper19.pdf

 

Jeremiah 4:11-12, 22-28

Psalm 14

Exodus 32:7-14

Psalm 51:1-10

1 Timothy 1:12-17

Luke 15:1-10

Proper 19 (24) (September 11, 2022)

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A Castle…If You Can Keep It (a Steve Orr scripture reflection)

I toured Chip and Joanna Gaines’ Fixer Upper castle. It changed what I was going to write about this week.

 

For the past couple of years, I’ve been re-reading the scripture reflections I’ve written over the last dozen years, and then choosing one to update, improve, or revise. My idea is that, once I have refined enough of these, I could publish them in a collection. I had a lot of good choices this week. I could have written about the rock band Toto and its hit single “Africa” (“I bless the rains down in Africa!”). Or, I could have written about The Clash and its best-known earworm (“Should I stay or should I go?”). Both come with interesting stories attached. I also had a neat little story about a local craft village and its pottery operation. Any of these would have worked. 

But, no. 

 

Writers will tell you that sometimes a story just won’t leave them alone. That’s when they know they have to tell it. And that’s what happened to me after I toured the castle. So, instead of a re-do, I’m going to share a tale about a castle that kept not quite getting done. 

 

In 1890, a stone contractor named John Tennant bought a piece of property on the western edge of the little town of Waco, Texas. The town, named for the local Native American Hueco tribe, had only been established for 41 years at that point. It would probably be wrong to call it the “Wild” West, but it was definitely not yet tame. 

 

Mr. Tennant decided to build a home on his new property. Sixteen years later, he had only completed the basement and the foundation. That’s when he decided to sell the land and its partially constructed home to Ridley Hanrick, who immediately hired Mr. Tennant to continue doing the stonework. Just two years later, in 1908, they were both out of money. Everything came to a screeching halt. 

 

Five years passed before Roy E. Lane, a well-known architect with impressive local buildings to recommend him, enticed Mr. Alfred Abeel, a well-off local merchant, to buy the unfinished project in 1913. Lane is credited with turning Mr. Tennant’s basement and foundation into a castle, modeled after a small German castle near the Rhine River. Soon, enough was done so Mr. Abeel and family could occupy his castle. “Finishing,” though, took over two decades of framing, flooring, roofing, importing materials, paneling, furnishing and decorating the place. The result: three stories and a basement, eight fireplaces, servants’ quarters and a tower; a castle tucked tidily into 6,000 square feet. They lived there until 1941, when they sold the castle to the Pipkin family.

 

I called this a tale of a castle that kept not quite getting done. You may be thinking I misled you. Clearly, people were living in it. Just wait. There’s more to the tale. To coin from a borrowed phrase: “A castle … if you can keep it.”

What came next was a succession of owners. Some invested in the property, some just used it. A local church used it mostly for youth gatherings. One owner managed to repair some aging problems and renovate the second floor, as well as secure a historical designation for the castle. Later owners bought with good intentions, but usually ran out of money before any significant renovation could be completed. On the whole, the decades leading up to the present have seen a long, slow decline. 

In 2019, after 20 years of unsuccessful bids, Chip and Joanna Gaines finally purchased the castle. But, even for such a talented couple, the work to restore it to a livable home was daunting. Most of the floors could not be salvaged. Most of the walls were covered in graffiti. Massive repairs were needed inside and out. Plumbing, electrical, modern dwelling codes—all had to be addressed. The entire kitchen had to be relocated from the basement to the main floor. But, per their usual approach, the duo had counted the cost well before submitting their bid. They knew what they were in for. 

The result is breathtaking. 

You can see that result yourself by taking the tour. But time is limited. Those tours will end on October 29, 2022, when Chip and Jo start airing the “Fixer Upper” episodes documenting the castle’s restoration. See the links below for more information.  

The long and winding tale of the castle’s see-saw through time perfectly illustrates what Jesus said in this week’s Luke passage. Most of those who owned the castle came to that position without properly counting the cost of making it habitable. In the scripture, the crowd following Jesus has grown very large. Jesus turns and questions their willingness to pay the real price of discipleship. 

Are they ready, He asks, to be rejected by their family because they have chosen to follow Him? Are they ready to be dispossessed and/or evicted because of their belief in Him? What will they do if falsely accused and forced to be publicly disgraced? If they realize they can’t win, will they keep following? Will they stay with Jesus, even at the cost of their very lives?

What about us? Are we like those well-intentioned people who took on the castle without properly assessing what it would cost them to live there? Can we stay the course? Only time will tell what challenges will arise in our Christian journey. Have we considered what those might be? Now is the time to count the cost, well before those challenges arrive. 

 

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PHOTO: Steve Orr

Waco’s Castle Ready For Fixer Upper Treatment:

https://wacotrib.com/news/local/history/wacos-castle-ready-for-fixer-upper-treatment-in-gaineses-new-tv-series/article_071ab74a-d6ef-11ec-b1e8-6b965825d5ca.html

A brief history of the Cottonland Castle with photos:

https://www.hmdb.org/m.asp?m=131557

The Castle: A Restoration Story (blog by Joanna Gaines):

https://magnolia.com/blog/article/422164/the-cottonland-castle-a-restoration-story/

A longer history of the castle (with “before” photos):

https://wacohistory.org/items/show/94

Link to “Africa” performed by Toto (with lyrics): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qDLJ3pUZm9A&app=desktop

For more about Homestead Heritage and their pottery:

http://www.homesteadheritage.com/

Link to “Should I Stay Or Should I Go?” (with lyrics):

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x9dhHv7xrdc

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Friday morning is coming. Will you be with us? DaySpring’s Lectionary Breakfast is a perfect place and time to explore the scriptures, discuss how they impact our lives, and eat a nice meal. We read, we talk, we eat, and we laugh. Join us at 8:00 at Our Breakfast Place or on Zoom.** 

 

Blessings,

Steve

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SCRIPTURES FOR SUNDAY AND THE COMING WEEK

Find them here:

https://lectionary.library.vanderbilt.edu/texts.php?id=278

Print them here:

https://lectionary.library.vanderbilt.edu/pdf//Cx_Proper18.pdf

Jeremiah 18:1-11

Psalm 139:1-6, 13-18

Deuteronomy 30:15-20

Psalm 1

Philemon 1:1-21

Luke 14:25-33

Proper 18 (23) (September 4, 2022)

High Flyer (a Steve Orr scripture reflection)

 

The flight out of Midland was packed. 

My carry-on was an over-the-shoulder Kluge garment bag. Since it incorporated a space to carry a suit, wrinkle-free, it was the only piece of luggage I would need for this trip. As I made my way through First Class, I couldn’t help but wish I was joining them. They looked so comfortable in their very roomy, extra-wide seats. I saw they had already been provided beverage service. The rest of us wouldn’t get that until we were half way to Dallas.

Continuing on, I placed a restraining hand on my bag. Wouldn’t do to accidentally smack one of the high-paying customers. Once I passed into the main cabin, where six of us would occupy about the same space as two in First Class, I kept my hand on my bag. Wouldn’t do for it to smack one of my own, either. 

I made my way toward the back third of the plane. I liked being a “tailie,” preferring to be nearer the coffee and the restroom. Finding Row 26, I was pleased to see there was still space in the overhead. I slid the bag in with its new buddies and sat down.

As I settled into my aisle seat, I took a look at my row mates. In 26A, the window spot, I saw a petite, young woman. I’ve always felt a little squeezed in a window seat, but I could have handled it. The window adds a couple inches at shoulder height, right where I need it most. Problem was, they were almost as hard to snag as aisles. Next to me in 26B was a big guy like me. He looked miserable. Those centers were nightmares. Especially for us big folk. 

Despite the extra few inches of shoulder room I would enjoy sitting on the aisle, I knew I would still be crowded. And don’t get me started on those flyers who feel the need to crank their seats all the way back. I tended to be a bit stoic about air travel. It didn’t spark joy, but I’d get through it. So, I settled in and awaited my usual mid-flight beverage—coffee, black.

And that’s when everything changed. 

I became aware of someone in the aisle to my right. When I looked, I found myself looking into the eyes of a friend. I had known Tom for a couple years, and had, in fact, spoken to him just a few minutes earlier. Tom was an airline agent. He had taken my ticket as I passed into the jet bridge on my way to board this very flight. Still, I was puzzled to find him next to me. Why was Tom here? Why was Tom in the aisle on my flight to Dallas?

With a twinkle in his eye, Tom said, “Mr. Orr, I am so sorry. There was a mix-up with your ticket. You’re supposed to be in First Class. If you could retrieve your bag and follow me, we will get this cleared up right now.”

OK, I’ll admit I didn’t quite know what was going on. But I knew Tom, and I had definitely heard him say “First Class.” So, I did as I was told and got my bag from the overhead. But before I could take a step, Tom took the bag from me and walked back up the aisle. When we arrived in First Class, Tom indicated an empty aisle seat on my left. He handed my bag to a flight attendant who whisked it to that little closet we all pass when we first enter the plane. Tom looked down at me and said, “Enjoy your flight, Mr. Orr.”

As I watched Tom walk off the plane, a flight attendant asked me if I would like a beverage. Still a little stunned, I mumbled, “Coffee.” Shortly, she was back with a small tray holding a ceramic coffee cup, a silver creamer, a silver sugar bowl, and a silver spoon. As she moved these items to my own tray, she apologetically explained that she would need to collect them soon, because we were about to taxi. But she assured me she would bring me a fresh cup as soon as we were airborne. 

Luxuriating in the broad, leather seat, I wondered if this was how royalty felt. Then, in honor of the occasion, I added a little cream to my coffee. 

I can’t be certain, of course, but I imagine some of those attending the meal in this week’s Luke passage might have felt as I did on my very first First Class experience. It felt amazing to be invited to join those who were already sitting in the best seats. I felt special and, well, elevated. 

The reverse would have been humiliating. 

Jesus warns us against positioning ourselves in the places of honor. It’s the same in this week’s Proverbs passage. An honor is something someone bestows upon us, not something we take for ourselves. 

Jesus then neatly pivots the lesson from one of positional power to a lesson about what God desires of us: More important than where we sit at the banquet is whom we invite to it. God doesn’t really care where we sit. God doesn’t care about our power games at all. What God wants is for us to open our eyes and see the real needs of the real people all around us. 

That’s the real First Class experience. 

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PHOTO: 

https://www.sportsmansguide.com/product/index/original-kluge-travel-bag-tan?a=565248

Join us Friday morning at Our Breakfast Place or on Zoom** for DaySpring’s Lectionary Breakfast. The hour starts at 8:00 and is comfortably packed with Bible discussion, Breakfast, Prayer, and fellowship. We would love for you to join us. 

Blessings,

Steve

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SCRIPTURES FOR SUNDAY AND THE COMING WEEK

Find them here:

https://lectionary.library.vanderbilt.edu/texts.php?id=277

Print them here:

https://lectionary.library.vanderbilt.edu/pdf//Cx_Proper17.pdf

Jeremiah 2:4-13

Psalm 81:1, 10-16

Proverbs 25:6-7

Psalm 112

Hebrews 13:1-8, 15-16

Luke 14:1, 7-14

Proper 17 (22) (August 28, 2022)

Those Cows Messed With My Sunday (a Steve Orr scripture reflection)

Even as a teen, Sundays were mine. My "day of rest." My day to worship, attend Sunday School, and, in the afternoon, participate in youth activities before evening worship. We teens had such a great time being together, we often went out to the Dairy Queen after evening worship. Nobody messed with my Sundays. 

 

But one Sunday, the cows did.

 

Dad worked with a family friend to run a small dairy operation just outside of town. The two of them alternated. One handled the dairy while the other one was away working on a riverboat, and vice versa. So, every other month, for the duration of that month, Dad drove out to the farm twice a day to milk the cows. My participation in these activities was sporadic—and mostly limited to early mornings on school days.

 

I awoke early that Sunday to the sound of my Dad calling my name, telling me to get up. He needed my help with the cows.  

 

For a moment there, I was completely disoriented; wasn't this Sunday? Then my head cleared and I knew it was Sunday…very early on Sunday. I pulled on my jeans and a shirt and headed downstairs, but I griped all the way down the stairs…and all the way out to the farm. I whined about losing "Sunday time" to the cows. I was emphatic that we had to finish in time for me to get to church. I was oh-so-righteously ticked off at Dad for making me do this "on a Sunday!"

 

Dad didn't say a word all the way to the farm. He just let me rant. But once we arrived and were walking toward the dairy barn, Dad turned and stopped me with a palm to the chest.

 

"Do you hear that?" he asked.

 

Of course, I hadn't heard anything other than the sound of my own voice for several minutes. But as I paused to listen, I did hear something.

 

"Yeah," I said, "It's the cows bawling."

 

Then he asked the question, the one that really shut my mouth: "Do you know why they're bawling?"

 

Up to that point, I had never once stopped to wonder, well, any thing about the cows. I had to admit that I had no idea, really, why they were bawling. Somehow, in my youthful mind, I just thought they were ticked off that we were late. 

 

Well, no.

 

"They're bawling," said Dad, "because they're in pain. They will stay in pain until somebody milks them."

 

There’s a term for what I had been doing that morning: aesthetic outrage. It refers to a person having an angry reaction to events that, in reality, have had no actual impact on them. I was like those folks in this week's selection from the gospel of Luke. I couldn't see past my own well-ordered world view to the actual living beings who were in need.

 

In the Luke passage, Jesus messed with somebody’s church time. He healed a woman while at church! To our modern sensibilities, this may seem absolutely the right place and time. But the leader of the synagogue didn’t see it that way. He was offended. How dare Jesus—or anyone—say or do anything to breach the decorum of the Sabbath?! In his view, all that healing should take place on one of the other six days. 

But Jesus came back with inescapable logic. None of them would leave their farm animals bound on a Sabbath, unable to have access to water. How does that stack up against providing much needed relief to a human on the same day?

You may find that some people prefer the traditional pieces of worship to the actual work of worship. Nothing Jesus said that day was new, and it wasn’t news to His audience. For centuries, the Prophets had been telling God’s people that the work of worship—attending to the needs of the poor, the widowed, the orphaned, the imprisoned and the ill—was more important to God than the sacrifices and festivals...even though God had instructed them to do those things, too. 

The acts of worship have meaning and purpose. They are not, however, satisfactory on their own. Like Jesus, we must become attuned to the needs of those near us—our neighbors, if you will—and act on that knowledge in a timely manner. In other words, do the actual work of worship.

Once I could see those dairy cows as real beings with real needs, it completely changed my attitude toward them. 

Can we do any less for people?

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PHOTO (and a brief article about a family running a micro dairy. It will give you an idea of our dairy operation): 

https://www.grit.com/animals/small-dairy/

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I look forward to seeing you Friday morning at DaySpring’s Lectionary Breakfast. We're still having a great time discussing the scriptures and enjoying a great meal at Our Breakfast Place in Waco. Join us there or on Zoom** at 8:00.

Blessings,

Steve

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SCRIPTURES FOR SUNDAY AND THE COMING WEEK

Find them here:

https://lectionary.library.vanderbilt.edu/texts.php?id=276

 Print them here:

https://lectionary.library.vanderbilt.edu/pdf//Cx_Proper16.pdf

Jeremiah 1:4-10

Psalm 71:1-6

Isaiah 58:9b-14

Psalm 103:1-8

Hebrews 12:18-29

Luke 13:10-17

Proper 16 (21) (August 21, 2022)