How do we face the day, these days? Before the Pandemic, we used to know the answer to that question ... or thought we did. The conventional wisdom was clear: Carpe Diem!
When we heard that cry, it conjured up thoughts of champions; rugged individualists, explorers of the unknown, captains of industry, great leaders who shaped our world over the centuries. Maybe we thought of my ancestor, William Wallace, and his call for “Freedom!” People like Ernest Hemingway and Amelia Earhart came to mind. It might have invoked images of Eric Liddell outrunning all those other “chariots of fire” in the 1924 Olympics.
Or perhaps we would recall those stirring last lines of William Ernest Henley's poem, Invictus:
"I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul."
People all about us urged us to seize the day! They wrote books about it, made speeches about it, taught classes about it ... And some actually did it ... But most of us, I think, just felt guilty about not doing it. Or not doing it very well. Or not doing it as well as someone else. We heard the exhortation. It sounded like the right thing to do. And none of us wanted to be accused of wasting a day.
But I have to wonder: is Carpe Diem really the best exhortation for us ... now? Do we need a battle cry?
John Ortberg, in his Leadership Journal article, What to Do With a Day, suggests we can do better. Our desire, he asserts, should not be to seize the day, but rather to welcome whatever the day brings to us. We should have confidence in our God and not feel the need to control it all. He proposes we use "Salve Diem" as our exhortation.
Greet the day.
I liked it immediately. It's the perfect term for this week's Matthew selection: the parable of the Mustard Seed. When we read about how the kingdom of God is like a mustard seed, Jesus provides the interpretation: a tiny seed that grows into something so large that it provides shelter.* But it is hard to read this passage and not think of that other Matthew reference to mustard seeds; the one where Jesus tells his disciples that someone with the faith of a mustard seed could move a mountain.
A bad reading of the Mustard Seed parables would have us conclude, wrongly, that we are supposed to try to, somehow, out-faith each other; that we must dig deep to come up with some more faith. We’ve been led to believe we can somehow make it grow large enough to move mountains. We might come away from those passages thinking we are failing at this faith thing (perhaps asking ourselves: If my faith isn’t weak, then why can't I move mountains?). But we would be wrong.
We need to trust in God, the true Captain of our souls, to provide what is needed for this day. Like Solomon in the 1st Kings passage, we should ask for wisdom to handle what comes our way. That’s why the Kingdom of God is like a mustard seed: massive growth is inevitable because the mustard seed knows no limits.
The mustard seed doesn't "seize the day."
It simply is what God made it. By being itself, the mustard seed grows to great size. That’s what mustard seeds do. And that is the takeaway for us. We must trust that God can and will use us as we are.
With that kind of faith, we can all say “Salve Diem!”
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PHOTO: https://www.ebay.com/itm/Turns-out-Im-Not-an-Afternoon-Person-Either-Coffee-Cup-Unique-Cheap-Funny-Cof-/124028068151
Somewhat different versions of this reflection appeared in July 2017 as “Seize the Day!” and July 2014 as "The Captain of My Soul."
*An interesting reflection on the mustard seed parable:
CLICK HERE: http://dannycoleman.blogspot.com/2012/07/parable-of-mustard-seed.html?m=1
* Short article explaining about the so-called "mustard tree."
CLICK HERE: http://allfearless.com/2012/09/the-mustard-seed-controversy/
Are you on your second cup of coffee and still can’t face the day? Listen to Chris Roberts’ cover Gordon Lightfoot’s song, Second Cup of Coffee:
CLICK HERE: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JivIHrVxTMs
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READINGS FOR THE COMING WEEK
Proper 12 (17) (July 26, 2020)
CLICK HERE: https://lectionary.library.vanderbilt.edu//texts.php?id=152
Genesis 29:15-28
Psalm 105:1-11, 45b or Psalm 128
1 Kings 3:5-12
Psalm 119:129-136
Romans 8:26-39
Matthew 13:31-33, 44-52
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How do you face the day in this pandemic? I wish we could get together and talk about that. Sadly, the virus keeps blocking us from gathering for DaySpring’s Lectionary Breakfast. Feel free to email me if you want to kick around any thoughts about the weekly scriptures.
In the meantime, let’s all keep reading and keep praying for one another.
Blessings,
Steve
Saturday, July 25, 2020
Saturday, July 18, 2020
A Comic Book God in Summer of ‘62 (a Steve Orr scripture reflection)
There was a god inside that man!
In the summer of 1962, I encountered a god. True, it was a comic book god, but the encounter was still thrilling. That summer, "funny books" took a turn —a permanent turn, it turns out— for the serious. That was when what-we-now-call Marvel launched The Incredible Hulk, Spider-Man, and Thor: The God of Thunder. Today, we are surrounded by these and many other Marvel characters. But, back then ...
I was still a "tween" that summer; not yet a teenager, but no longer a little child. Junior High and High School still loomed ahead. I was a ripe target for the angst-filled storylines of Spider-Man and his alter-ego, high school science nerd, Peter Parker. The Jekyll-and-Hyde nature of the Incredible Hulk, with his anger management challenges, perfectly resonated with a young male starting to explode with not-entirely-welcome testosterone.
But the comic book character who enthralled me that summer was the mild-mannered, partially disabled physician, Don Blake. While vacationing in Norway, he found a walking stick in a cave. Blake's limp was pronounced and he needed that walking stick. Later, circumstances caused Dr. Blake to strike that stick on a rock ... and in a flash Don Blake was transformed into Thor, the Norse god of thunder. The "stick" resumed its true form: the mighty Mjolnir, the most powerful hammer in existence.
At the moment of Dr. Blake's transformation, my pre-adolescent brain thought: Wow! There's a super hero inside that guy with the limp! All through the next school year as I read more of Thor's adventures, I mulled that initial thought. But how I thought of it had changed:
There was a "god" inside that man.
Thor was one of the Norse gods. The Greeks and Romans had similar: leader-gods like Odin and trickster gods like Loki, on and on. But these were all, actually, god-come-latelies. Long before those cultures rose, there were other beings called gods. In scripture, we find many cultures that worshiped beings they called gods.
If you've spent any time reading Old Testament scripture, you likely know that God —the God-of-the-Angel-Armies; the God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob; the God who led the Israelites out of Egyptian bondage— regarded these so-called "gods" as fictitious creations of humans, no more worthy of worship than a rock or block of wood.
This week’s scriptures are filled with God encounters (see the Genesis selection for a powerful example) ... and something else, too. God was angered by any who worshipped those pretenders. We find that God sent a message to those idol worshippers, repeatedly: your “gods” have zero validity.
Eventually, God called them out:
"Thus says the LORD, the King of Israel, and his Redeemer, the LORD of hosts: I am the first and I am the last; besides me there is no god. Who is like me? Let them proclaim it, let them declare and set it forth before me. Who has announced from of old the things to come? Let them tell us what is yet to be. Do not fear, or be afraid; have I not told you from of old and declared it? You are my witnesses! Is there any god besides me? There is no other rock; I know not one." (Isaiah 44:6-8 NRSV)
With that kind of certainty on display, it may not come as a surprise that when the comic book got me thinking about the "god" inside the man, it dovetailed perfectly with another matter on my young mind: Immanuel, God-With-Us, the incarnation of Jesus.
I was much more interested in the true God, the God who was unafraid to declare Himself the one and only; the God so confident of their silence, He was unafraid to challenge those fake gods. The God who entered this existence inside a person ... for real; the God who didn't need a magic hammer to transform him from God to human and back again ... because He could be both at the same time.
This is the God encounter that mattered to me, then ... and now.
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PHOTO: https://thevikingdragon.com/blogs/news/how-thors-hammer-mjolnir-was-created
A different version of this reflection appeared in July 2017 as The Gods of Summer.
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READINGS FOR THE COMING WEEK
Proper 11 (16) (July 19, 2020)
https://lectionary.library.vanderbilt.edu//texts.php?id=151
Genesis 28:10-19a
Psalm 139:1-12, 23-24
Isaiah 44:6-8
Psalm 86:11-17
Romans 8:12-25
Matthew 13:24-30, 36-43
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Are we still in the First Wave? Or has the Second Wave already started? In either case, DaySpring’s Lectionary Breakfast is still not meeting due to COVID-19. Let’s keep everyone in our prayers ... and keep reading. For this week’s reflection, we’re going back to the summer of ‘62
Many blessings,
Steve
In the summer of 1962, I encountered a god. True, it was a comic book god, but the encounter was still thrilling. That summer, "funny books" took a turn —a permanent turn, it turns out— for the serious. That was when what-we-now-call Marvel launched The Incredible Hulk, Spider-Man, and Thor: The God of Thunder. Today, we are surrounded by these and many other Marvel characters. But, back then ...
I was still a "tween" that summer; not yet a teenager, but no longer a little child. Junior High and High School still loomed ahead. I was a ripe target for the angst-filled storylines of Spider-Man and his alter-ego, high school science nerd, Peter Parker. The Jekyll-and-Hyde nature of the Incredible Hulk, with his anger management challenges, perfectly resonated with a young male starting to explode with not-entirely-welcome testosterone.
But the comic book character who enthralled me that summer was the mild-mannered, partially disabled physician, Don Blake. While vacationing in Norway, he found a walking stick in a cave. Blake's limp was pronounced and he needed that walking stick. Later, circumstances caused Dr. Blake to strike that stick on a rock ... and in a flash Don Blake was transformed into Thor, the Norse god of thunder. The "stick" resumed its true form: the mighty Mjolnir, the most powerful hammer in existence.
At the moment of Dr. Blake's transformation, my pre-adolescent brain thought: Wow! There's a super hero inside that guy with the limp! All through the next school year as I read more of Thor's adventures, I mulled that initial thought. But how I thought of it had changed:
There was a "god" inside that man.
Thor was one of the Norse gods. The Greeks and Romans had similar: leader-gods like Odin and trickster gods like Loki, on and on. But these were all, actually, god-come-latelies. Long before those cultures rose, there were other beings called gods. In scripture, we find many cultures that worshiped beings they called gods.
If you've spent any time reading Old Testament scripture, you likely know that God —the God-of-the-Angel-Armies; the God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob; the God who led the Israelites out of Egyptian bondage— regarded these so-called "gods" as fictitious creations of humans, no more worthy of worship than a rock or block of wood.
This week’s scriptures are filled with God encounters (see the Genesis selection for a powerful example) ... and something else, too. God was angered by any who worshipped those pretenders. We find that God sent a message to those idol worshippers, repeatedly: your “gods” have zero validity.
Eventually, God called them out:
"Thus says the LORD, the King of Israel, and his Redeemer, the LORD of hosts: I am the first and I am the last; besides me there is no god. Who is like me? Let them proclaim it, let them declare and set it forth before me. Who has announced from of old the things to come? Let them tell us what is yet to be. Do not fear, or be afraid; have I not told you from of old and declared it? You are my witnesses! Is there any god besides me? There is no other rock; I know not one." (Isaiah 44:6-8 NRSV)
With that kind of certainty on display, it may not come as a surprise that when the comic book got me thinking about the "god" inside the man, it dovetailed perfectly with another matter on my young mind: Immanuel, God-With-Us, the incarnation of Jesus.
I was much more interested in the true God, the God who was unafraid to declare Himself the one and only; the God so confident of their silence, He was unafraid to challenge those fake gods. The God who entered this existence inside a person ... for real; the God who didn't need a magic hammer to transform him from God to human and back again ... because He could be both at the same time.
This is the God encounter that mattered to me, then ... and now.
_________________________
PHOTO: https://thevikingdragon.com/blogs/news/how-thors-hammer-mjolnir-was-created
A different version of this reflection appeared in July 2017 as The Gods of Summer.
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READINGS FOR THE COMING WEEK
Proper 11 (16) (July 19, 2020)
https://lectionary.library.vanderbilt.edu//texts.php?id=151
Genesis 28:10-19a
Psalm 139:1-12, 23-24
Isaiah 44:6-8
Psalm 86:11-17
Romans 8:12-25
Matthew 13:24-30, 36-43
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Are we still in the First Wave? Or has the Second Wave already started? In either case, DaySpring’s Lectionary Breakfast is still not meeting due to COVID-19. Let’s keep everyone in our prayers ... and keep reading. For this week’s reflection, we’re going back to the summer of ‘62
Many blessings,
Steve
Friday, July 10, 2020
The Man and the Snow (a Steve Orr scripture reflection)
Once upon a time there was a man who collected snow.
It had been winter for a very long time, and it snowed a little every day. His neighbors could not understand why anyone would want to collect snow. In fact, they swept it, shoveled it, bulldozed it out of their way. Many of them thought he was strange.
Some even thought he was crazy.
The grown-ups did not enjoy the snow. Except for feeding the livestock and hunting for food, they stayed indoors. The children enjoyed the snow. Every day they played in it. They had great fun! Every evening when they returned to their homes, they were happy ... and they were covered with melting snow.
Each day, the man fed his livestock, provided for his family’s needs, and collected snow. He did all of his chores quickly, completely, and with a smile. Then, he went out to collect the snow. It really was everywhere. It was on the ground, and on the trees. It was on the sidewalks, and on the streets.
He never shoveled the snow from his yard, nor from anyone else’s yard. He never collected snow from the trees or the countryside. He collected the snow from the roads, but only the clean snow. And he went from neighbor to neighbor to ask, “Would you like the snow cleared from your walk? No charge!” They always said yes.
The man put the snow into barrels, bottles, cans, and jars. He put the snow everywhere he could imagine.
Then one day, it stopped snowing.
Soon, the snow began to melt. Flowers bloomed and grass grew green. Winter was over. Everyone was pleased ... for a time.
The days grew longer and hotter. The air and the earth grew drier. The grass and flowers and crops began to die.
One day, all of the man’s neighbors came to his house. “Why is your land green and growing crops? Why are your livestock not sickly and thin?” They demanded answers. “Where did you get the water? And why won’t you share with us?” So, the man led them to his barn. Inside were barrels, bottles, cans, and jars ... filled with water. He handed one to the nearest neighbor. The man’s name was neatly printed on it. “Come,” said the man, “take back the snow I collected from your walks.” He gave each of them their share.
Then the man answered them. “To everything there is a season, and a time for every purpose under Heaven. The season of the snow is not when it comes. The season of the snow is when it melts. It’s purpose is to replenish and refresh. When the winter is over and the air grows warm, then is the time of the snow. But until that time, it appears useless to everyone ... except children ... and fools. In this way, the snow is like the word of God in Isaiah 55:10-11.”
“As the rain and the snow come down from heaven, and do not return to it without watering the earth and making it bud and flourish, so that it yields seed for the sower and bread for the eater, so is my word that goes out from my mouth: It will not return to me empty, but will accomplish what I desire and achieve the purpose for which I sent it.”
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READINGS FOR THE COMING WEEK
Proper 10 (15) (July 12, 2020)
https://lectionary.library.vanderbilt.edu//texts.php?id=150
Genesis 25:19-34
Psalm 119:105-112
Isaiah 55:10-13
Psalm 65:(1-8), 9-13
Romans 8:1-11
Matthew 13:1-9, 18-23
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Another Friday of social distancing keeps us from in-person gathering for DaySpring’s Lectionary Breakfast. Keep reading and keep praying for one another. Above are the coming week’s scriptures and a little story i wrote in the mid-1980s that was inspired by this week’s Isaiah selection.
Keep safe,
Steve
It had been winter for a very long time, and it snowed a little every day. His neighbors could not understand why anyone would want to collect snow. In fact, they swept it, shoveled it, bulldozed it out of their way. Many of them thought he was strange.
Some even thought he was crazy.
The grown-ups did not enjoy the snow. Except for feeding the livestock and hunting for food, they stayed indoors. The children enjoyed the snow. Every day they played in it. They had great fun! Every evening when they returned to their homes, they were happy ... and they were covered with melting snow.
Each day, the man fed his livestock, provided for his family’s needs, and collected snow. He did all of his chores quickly, completely, and with a smile. Then, he went out to collect the snow. It really was everywhere. It was on the ground, and on the trees. It was on the sidewalks, and on the streets.
He never shoveled the snow from his yard, nor from anyone else’s yard. He never collected snow from the trees or the countryside. He collected the snow from the roads, but only the clean snow. And he went from neighbor to neighbor to ask, “Would you like the snow cleared from your walk? No charge!” They always said yes.
The man put the snow into barrels, bottles, cans, and jars. He put the snow everywhere he could imagine.
Then one day, it stopped snowing.
Soon, the snow began to melt. Flowers bloomed and grass grew green. Winter was over. Everyone was pleased ... for a time.
The days grew longer and hotter. The air and the earth grew drier. The grass and flowers and crops began to die.
One day, all of the man’s neighbors came to his house. “Why is your land green and growing crops? Why are your livestock not sickly and thin?” They demanded answers. “Where did you get the water? And why won’t you share with us?” So, the man led them to his barn. Inside were barrels, bottles, cans, and jars ... filled with water. He handed one to the nearest neighbor. The man’s name was neatly printed on it. “Come,” said the man, “take back the snow I collected from your walks.” He gave each of them their share.
Then the man answered them. “To everything there is a season, and a time for every purpose under Heaven. The season of the snow is not when it comes. The season of the snow is when it melts. It’s purpose is to replenish and refresh. When the winter is over and the air grows warm, then is the time of the snow. But until that time, it appears useless to everyone ... except children ... and fools. In this way, the snow is like the word of God in Isaiah 55:10-11.”
“As the rain and the snow come down from heaven, and do not return to it without watering the earth and making it bud and flourish, so that it yields seed for the sower and bread for the eater, so is my word that goes out from my mouth: It will not return to me empty, but will accomplish what I desire and achieve the purpose for which I sent it.”
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READINGS FOR THE COMING WEEK
Proper 10 (15) (July 12, 2020)
https://lectionary.library.vanderbilt.edu//texts.php?id=150
Genesis 25:19-34
Psalm 119:105-112
Isaiah 55:10-13
Psalm 65:(1-8), 9-13
Romans 8:1-11
Matthew 13:1-9, 18-23
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Another Friday of social distancing keeps us from in-person gathering for DaySpring’s Lectionary Breakfast. Keep reading and keep praying for one another. Above are the coming week’s scriptures and a little story i wrote in the mid-1980s that was inspired by this week’s Isaiah selection.
Keep safe,
Steve
Friday, July 3, 2020
Pretending in the Pandemic: My Alternate History (a Steve Orr scripture reflection)
I have another life.
During this pandemic, I’ve been tempted to enter one of the many immersive online gaming communities. I think it might be fun to assemble an avatar and dive into the action ... and it certainly would be a diversion from all the problems of this present dark time.
But then I remember ... I already have another life.
It is a different time ... actually, it’s a different timeline. People there dress in clothing that looks a lot like steampunk costumes, great dirigibles ply the skies, and automobiles look much as they did in the early part of the 20th Century.
In my imagined life, I am in service to the Queen of England; her personal Paladin. My friends are people like Nikola Tesla and Harriet Quimby. I have many adventures, drive and fly interesting vehicles, and often "go undercover" to ferret out enemies of the Crown.
It's all in fun, a harmless exercise of my imagination. My alternate history lives on a Pinterest board where, by pinning photos, I tell a kind of story about a life where there's ... well ... just a bit more swash in my buckle than in my real life.
And that brings me to something important: We don't always like our real lives. Sometimes, we don't even like ourselves.
We struggle with how to live a good life, often fighting inclinations to do things we know we should not, and sometimes losing that fight. In a pretend life, we are completely in control. So, it's nice to pretend from time to time, to "get away" for awhile from the pressures of this life. It can be fun, and even a relief.
But we must not allow ourselves to spend too much of our time in these retreats. As Henry Wadsworth Longfellow wrote in his poem, A Psalm of Life:
“Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not thy goal;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.”
Each of us does have another life, a different life; the one that continues after this one concludes. Scripture says we get a new body ... and adventures so amazing they can't be described in terms we can understand ... at least, not now.
For the time being, we must follow the teaching in this week's scriptures from Matthew and Romans. We must allow The Lord to place us in light harness so we may be guided; and we must trust God to rescue us when we live a life contrary to what we know is good.
I cannot imagine a better way.
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If interested, you can view my Pinterest Board, "In Another Life,"
HERE: http://pin.it/b1n2j5U (NOTE: my board instructions say “read from the bottom up,” which is correct. It’s just that Pinterest has placed other pins below mine. So, scroll down to the photos of Harriet Quimby and the ornate spiral staircase: that’s the bottom of my board. Then, start up)
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Slightly different versions of this reflection appeared in July 2017 and July 2014.
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READINGS FOR THE COMING WEEK
Proper 9 (14) (July 5, 2020)
https://lectionary.library.vanderbilt.edu//texts.php?id=149
Genesis 24:34-38, 42-49, 58-67
Psalm 45:10-17 or Song of Solomon 2:8-13
Zechariah 9:9-12
Psalm 145:8-14
Romans 7:15-25a
Matthew 11:16-19, 25-30
_________________________
I wish we could all join together for DaySpring’s Lectionary Breakfast, Friday morning, as has been our practice for many years. But, alas, the increase in COVID cases continues to prevent that.
In the interim, keep reading, keep praying, and keep safe.
Many Blessings,
Steve
During this pandemic, I’ve been tempted to enter one of the many immersive online gaming communities. I think it might be fun to assemble an avatar and dive into the action ... and it certainly would be a diversion from all the problems of this present dark time.
But then I remember ... I already have another life.
It is a different time ... actually, it’s a different timeline. People there dress in clothing that looks a lot like steampunk costumes, great dirigibles ply the skies, and automobiles look much as they did in the early part of the 20th Century.
In my imagined life, I am in service to the Queen of England; her personal Paladin. My friends are people like Nikola Tesla and Harriet Quimby. I have many adventures, drive and fly interesting vehicles, and often "go undercover" to ferret out enemies of the Crown.
It's all in fun, a harmless exercise of my imagination. My alternate history lives on a Pinterest board where, by pinning photos, I tell a kind of story about a life where there's ... well ... just a bit more swash in my buckle than in my real life.
And that brings me to something important: We don't always like our real lives. Sometimes, we don't even like ourselves.
We struggle with how to live a good life, often fighting inclinations to do things we know we should not, and sometimes losing that fight. In a pretend life, we are completely in control. So, it's nice to pretend from time to time, to "get away" for awhile from the pressures of this life. It can be fun, and even a relief.
But we must not allow ourselves to spend too much of our time in these retreats. As Henry Wadsworth Longfellow wrote in his poem, A Psalm of Life:
“Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not thy goal;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.”
Each of us does have another life, a different life; the one that continues after this one concludes. Scripture says we get a new body ... and adventures so amazing they can't be described in terms we can understand ... at least, not now.
For the time being, we must follow the teaching in this week's scriptures from Matthew and Romans. We must allow The Lord to place us in light harness so we may be guided; and we must trust God to rescue us when we live a life contrary to what we know is good.
I cannot imagine a better way.
_________________________
If interested, you can view my Pinterest Board, "In Another Life,"
HERE: http://pin.it/b1n2j5U (NOTE: my board instructions say “read from the bottom up,” which is correct. It’s just that Pinterest has placed other pins below mine. So, scroll down to the photos of Harriet Quimby and the ornate spiral staircase: that’s the bottom of my board. Then, start up)
_________________________
Slightly different versions of this reflection appeared in July 2017 and July 2014.
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READINGS FOR THE COMING WEEK
Proper 9 (14) (July 5, 2020)
https://lectionary.library.vanderbilt.edu//texts.php?id=149
Genesis 24:34-38, 42-49, 58-67
Psalm 45:10-17 or Song of Solomon 2:8-13
Zechariah 9:9-12
Psalm 145:8-14
Romans 7:15-25a
Matthew 11:16-19, 25-30
_________________________
I wish we could all join together for DaySpring’s Lectionary Breakfast, Friday morning, as has been our practice for many years. But, alas, the increase in COVID cases continues to prevent that.
In the interim, keep reading, keep praying, and keep safe.
Many Blessings,
Steve
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