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May 27, 2014

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The Kingdom of God

In my book, Bell to Bell: A Get-Through-Today Devotional for Teachers , I tell the story of the time the math teacher down the hall called me down to her room so she could show me something strange she had found. There in the back of the room, where the wall met the floor, was a small plant, surrounded by a small mound of dirt. She and I both stood there, trying to figure out where it had come from. There was no crack in the floor or the wall. Had it really found a way through a foot of cinderblock from the outside to the inside? And how was it surviving at all, lit only by fluorescent lights each day? It was a mystery—until one night when the custodian decided to sweep the plant into the trash. The next day, a boy, who I’ll call Sam, raced over to the teacher’s desk, upset and out of breath. “What happened to my plant?” he asked. Sam was not the best of students. He preferred cutting up and chatting than doing any work. He admitted, tho...

Seek

There are times when I think the whole purpose of Hope Episcopal Church is to epitomize the instruction, "Seek and ye shall find." There are so many paths at Hope. There are paths to the Memorial Garden, paths to the statue of Jesus, literal winding paths like our prayer labyrinth. There are paths that honestly might require a treasure map of some sort. Want to find the bridge? Well, head out back to the tree line where you think there are absolutely no paths and get right up to the water and then take the path to your right, follow that through the two bent trees, hang a left and there is the bridge. Beyond the bridge, bring your machete. But if you take the time to seek, you will be rewarded. This morning I wandered all the way back out to the street looking for the wooden cross that I knew was right up by the sidewalk, but even though I had a clear view of the street, I could not see the cross. I was beginning to think it had moved or I had imagi...

With These Words

If tonight you find yourself unable to sleep, lying awake in bed, watching the shadows sweep across the ceiling with each car whose headlights pass by the open window, if tomorrow you find yourself … lost, for a moment, stopped and still in the kitchen, at the mailbox, at the front door, with tears in your eyes and you can’t quite say why, if you find your heart racing, this morning, if you find your hands trembling, my prayer for you is this: That the Lord would take your hand in His, that He would put His hand over your heart, that He would wipe away all your tears, that He would quiet your restless mind in the times when you feel most alone and abandoned, that He would still your quivering spirit with these words, whispered to and imprinted on your very soul. I love you. You are not alone. You are not forgotten. You are my precious child. I made you. How could I ever forget you? Amen. Isaiah 44:21

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