HOW GOD SPOKE TO ME TODAY January 17–23, 2022

Jan­u­ary 17, 2022
#78 HOW GOD SPOKE TO ME TODAY
Wednes­day, Decem­ber 22, 2021 I cried when I prayed with Karen tonight. It was kind of embar­rass­ing. Ear­li­er as I was clean­ing the kitchen, she was watch­ing the news. It was such a wave of darkness–the pan­dem­ic spread­ing out of con­trol; “nat­ur­al” events like tor­na­dos and earth­quakes and floods shat­ter­ing peo­ple’s lives; the frac­tious­ness of the politi­cians we elect to gov­ern us. But before we prayed, we talked–of the progress we can see in the lives of our chil­dren and their fam­i­lies; of our plans for Christ­mas day; of the mem­o­ries trig­gered by cer­tain orna­ments hang­ing from our tree. In con­trast to the fear “out there”, there was such an air of benef­i­cence sur­round­ing us in our home. Then we prayed to our incom­pre­hen­si­bly won­der­ful Father, Son and Spir­it, and my heart overflowed.

JANUARY 18, 2022
#79 HOW GOD SPOKE TO ME TODAY
Mon­day, Sep­tem­ber 27, 2021 As I’ve said before, golf is a spir­i­tu­al exer­cise. I feel like He is teach­ing me to detach my ego from my per­for­mance. It is glo­ri­ous­ly lib­er­at­ing. Of course, next time I will prob­a­bly shoot a 90 and come home in a funk. With golf, it always seems to be one step for­ward, .9 of a step back. I sus­pect spir­i­tu­al progress is like that too.

JANUARY 19, 2022
This one came from Christ­mas Eve. It is extra spe­cial because God was speak­ing to a whole bunch of peo­ple at once…
#80 HOW GOD SPOKE TO ME TODAY
Fri­day, Decem­ber 24, 2021 Even though I’ve done it prob­a­bly 40+ times, I still get a chill at the Christ­mas Eve ser­vice when every­body is light­ing can­dles, and we’re singing Silent Night and hold­ing up our can­dles, and the church is crowd­ed, and even the chil­dren know to be reverent.
**And I ran into a great kid (man now) that I taught in 1994.

JANUARY 20, 2022
#81 HOW GOD SPOKE TO ME TODAY
Mon­day, Novem­ber 15, 2021 God said, “There are no moods in Christ.” It start­ed with being annoyed at our dog’s excite­ment as I pre­pared to take her for a walk.…carried over into crit­i­cal thoughts about one of the guys I was golf­ing with (through no fault of his own)…and led to a cold response to Karen’s inquiry into how my round went. I real­ize that moods are a nor­mal part of the human con­di­tion. But Christ came so that we might tran­scend the human con­di­tion. Be patient with me, Lord.

JANUARY 21, 2022
Some­times God must think He has to use a sledge­ham­mer with me…
#82 HOW GOD SPOKE TO ME TODAY
Tues­day, Decem­ber 28, 2021 I woke up mild­ly resent­ful because I had to take my three grand­daugh­ters to Pin­stack­’s (bowling/arcade) when I could be play­ing golf. Of course, it was a love­ly day, and the real­iza­tion struck me that time spent with them is more pre­cious and valu­able than any­thing that could hap­pen on the golf course. I’m glad that God knows my pri­or­i­ties bet­ter than I do.

JANUARY 22, 2022
#83 HOW GOD SPOKE TO ME TODAY
Tues­day, Decem­ber 14, 2021 Life is a jour­ney is a tired metaphor, but as you get old­er it gets live­li­er. Days become more pre­cious when you real­ize you have few­er of them ahead of you. There is a switch from sur­vival mode to oppor­tu­ni­ty mode. What do You have for me today, Lord? Please enable me to be open to Your Spir­it’s lead­ing. “Teach us to num­ber our days, that we may gain a heart of wis­dom.” (Psalm 90:12)

JANUARY 23, 2022
#84 HOW GOD SPOKE TO ME TODAY
Mon­day, Decem­ber 6, 2021 I got this from my qui­et time: “Spir­i­tu­al­i­ty is more about whether or not we can sleep at night than about whether or not we go to church. It is about being inte­grat­ed or falling apart, about being with­in com­mu­ni­ty or being lone­ly, about being in har­mo­ny with Moth­er Earth or being alien­at­ed from her. Irre­spec­tive of whether or not we let our­selves be con­scious­ly shaped by any explic­it reli­gious idea, we act in ways that leave us either healthy or unhealthy, lov­ing or bit­ter. What shapes our actions is our spir­i­tu­al­i­ty.” –from The Holy Long­ing by Ronald Rolheiser

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