
Lord, Disarm Me
Loving God of heaven and earth, I can conceal nothing from you. I beg you to disarm me of my harsh judgments, my sense of entitlement, my short fuse.
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Loving God of heaven and earth, I can conceal nothing from you. I beg you to disarm me of my harsh judgments, my sense of entitlement, my short fuse.

When I once preached on the wedding feast at Cana, I suggested that the six stone jars had a moral interpretation: six ways to purify the soul.

Forget your cell, your cave, your place of prayer and be where you are—and in no other place.

Pop-up demonstrations surprise us with their energy and brevity. Pop-ups can be fun. I will be alert today to opportunities to pop-up a prayer of gratitude.

Because of my race, my innate gifts, my appearance, my security, I have experienced unearned happiness and lived to see this day.

Television is often filled with murders, detectives, crime and mayhem. It does not resemble my life. I choose to watch no crime series on TV this evening.

Reflect Solitaire is a way to pass the time. I am pleased when I conquer the challenge, as though it was my cleverness alone that