My 23 year old son Joshua has given himself the enormous task of raising a significant amount of money for the Kids Help Phone over the next two days. I normally don’t do posts asking for money. But… this is my son who has started an incredible project… and this is a worthy charity to donate to.
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Lots of drama in my life right now. None of it is to do with me. Everyone else around me. Although I do start my new job on Monday teaching international students at Saint John College in the University of New Brunswick. ‘Nuff said.
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This is my daughter Casile. Her name is my wife Lisa’s middle name. Lisa has Cherokee in her lineage… her grandmother. The name has Cherokee and Spanish roots.
You might remember Casile writing for nakedpastor not long ago. Casile turns 18 today. Our youngest child of 3 is now an adult. She’s going to Mount Allison in September to start her Arts degree. She is interested in writing and psychology. She’s also an artist.
I’m busy today getting ready for her party tonight. I’m a mixture of happy and sad, covered in a rich coating of pride.
There are so many changes in my life this summer. My head is spinning. But I’ve never been happier.
Oh: My first book of cartoons is finished. Get ready to get it any day now!
Blessings upon you all.
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Lisa and I have been catching ourselves singing this song. We both like it very much. It’s from the song “Airplanes” by B.O.B. featuring Hayley Williams. The song is about returning to our original passion, the purity of our unsullied intention, the dream we used to have but lost. It’s about abandoning the false self that others have shaped, the false self we ourselves have been complicit in fashioning, and coming back to truer selves. And that’s something we’ve just made a decision to do. Lisa and I singing this song, we realize, is a kind of prayer.
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There are times when there is absolute silence. The heavens are as brass. Our ears are deaf. We can never truly discern which one it is. If the Spirit is silent, all we can do is ride it out like a test. In any case, the best thing to do is to become self-aware. Do an interior examine of your mind. How have you shut down yourself? Has something within you died?
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Life is paradoxical. This dynamic permeates everything. We are living and we are dying. There is joy but there is also sorrow. We are at rest but we must not stop. We can be at peace in the midst of turmoil.
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I remember this hymn from the earliest years of my life. It’s always been one of my favorites. Some years ago I realized it must be because it is in nature that I have the strongest sense of the Blessed. Especially at night with a clear sky and all the stars are shining. The atmosphere is absolutely full of Benediction.
Last night Lisa and I dug out a bottle of wine we were keeping for a special time. It was a decent bottle: Rosemount Shiraz. We went out on our front patio overlooking the moonlit river. We turned out all of our lights, indoors and out, and the stars in the night sky came alive! We looked for shooting stars and passing satellites. We enjoyed the blessed silence salted with occasional conversation.
It was Blessed. It was Anointed. It was Benediction.
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There are some who long for the past. There are others who long for the future. The promise brings these two and unites then in the present. The present isn’t full of fulfillment. Instead, it is full of our contentment, our satisfaction. Our gratitude.
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