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good-bye self…

Self, I have not to consult you but Him whose idea is the soul of you, and of which as yet you are all unworthy. I have to do, not with you, but with the Source of you, by whom it is that (at) any moment you exist–the Causing of you, not the caused you. You may be my consciousness but you are not my being….For God is more to me than my consciousness of myself. He is my life; you are only so much of it as my poor half-made being can grasp–as much of it as I can now know at once. Because I have fooled and spoiled you, treated you as if you were indeed my own self, you have dwindled yourself and lessened me, till I am ashamed of myself. If I were to mind what you say, I should soon be sick of you; even now I am ever and anon disgusted with your paltry mean face, which I meet at every turn. No! Let me have the company of the Perfect One, not of you! Of my elder brother, the Living One! I will not make a friend of the mere shadow of my own being! Good-bye, Self! I deny you, and will do my best every day to leave you behind.

…George MacDonald


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had to share this quote…

interruptions are my work. this is always in the back of my mind when unexpected people enter into a carefully scheduled day. i have to trust God for his provision of enough—enough time to meet the day’s work load with its deadlines, and enough time to sit with someone at the kitchen table and talk.

…Andi Ashworth

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i just started reading Real Love for Real Life by Andi Ashworth. after reading the back cover where she says, i discovered that, with design, intent, and hard work, i could contribute to a story laced with the true, the good, and the beautiful in the lives of my friends and family..., i could tell it was going to be a book that would truly impact me as a mother, a wife, a friend…as a daughter of the Maker.

i’m not too far into it yet, but i wanted to share some quotes from it…just to give you a taste…

caregiving touches many aspects of life–everything from the creation of a meal, to how we care for each other in sickness and old age, to the importance we give to celebrations and hospitality, to the way we live as a friend and neighbor.


to provide means to see needs in advance, to think broadly and work for the benefit of loved ones on many different levels. the basic human hungers for continuity, comfort, connection, security, and beauty are also needs and are met through the details of caretaking.


everything we do, from pursuing the difficult, messy work of forgiveness and reconciliation to imagining and creating a party, is important and worthwhile.

i especially love this…

dreaming, praying, and working for–in a sense, imagining for–a good story in the lives of those whose paths we cross briefly or for the long haul is what we’re made for.

that’s all i have time for right now, but i cannot wait to step further into this book!

(HT: jill phillips)

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it separates…

i read this last night, and i love the beauty and simplicity of this truth…

in God’s eyes all sin is equally abhorrent–killing, plagiarizing, faulty business practices, or a hateful unforgiveness. all sin, whatever the degree, is equal in its capacity to separate us from God’s heart of love. therefore, it all equally needs to be repented of and forgiven by him whose heart is forgiveness.

…George MacDonald

isn’t this what sin is? it separates me from the heart of the One who longs for me to be joined to Him. it’s often so easy for me to focus on the actual sin and forget the reality of its core. but then isn’t that just one of satan’s illusions? he diverts my attention from the truth of being torn apart from the heart of my Maker. instead i fixate my thoughts on myself and my sin. and though i may even ask for forgiveness, my focus is still on me and how i can avoid doing that wrong deed again. it is not on the pain that i have caused my Father as i have allowed myself to be severed from Him, yet again.

sorry to share my jumbled, incomplete thoughts here. thanks for letting me ramble a bit! (and i may continue to edit this as i think through it!)

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“but how can God bring this about in me?

–let Him do it and perhaps you will know.

…George MacDonald

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from Practice Resurrection by Eugene Peterson…

God. we begin with God. that seems obvious enough. “in the beginning God”…”God said”…”God so loved the world”…God. God. God. God who got the cosmos going. God who sent Jesus. God in whose name we received our baptismal identity. but obvious as it is, it is mighty difficult to maintain a visceral sense of that beginning. God begetting, when we don’t have our Bibles open before us, or are not in church.

we have short attention spans. having been introduced to God, we soon lose interest in God and become preoccupied with ourselves. self expands and soul atrophies. psychology trumps theology. our feelings and our emotions, our health and our jobs, our friends and our families muscle their way to center stage. God, of course, is not exactly sent packing or shut in a closet or close up in the Bible. but God is consigned to the sidelines, conveniently within calling distance to help out in emergencies and be availabe for consultation for the times when we have run out of answers.

our days are busy with little leisure for frills. we have work to do, interests to pursue, books to read, letters to write, the telephone to answer, errands to run, children to raise, investments to tend to, the lawn to mow, food to prepare and serve, the garbage to take out. we don’t need God’s help or counsel in doing any of these things. God is necessary for the big things, most obviously creation and salvation. but for the rest we can, for the most part, take care of ourselves.

that usually adds up to a workable life, at least when accompanied by a decent job and a good digestion. but–it is not the practice of resurrection, it is not growing up in Christ, it is not living in the company of the Trinity, it is not living out of our beginnings, our begettings [God]. if we live too far removed from, or worse, disconnected from, our origins, we will never arrive at the “full stature of Christ.”


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mark 14:1-9

it was now two days before the passover and the feast of unleavened bread. and the chief priests and the scribes were seeking how to arrest him by stealth, and kill him; for they said, “not during the feast, lest there be a tumult of the people.”

and while he was at Bethany in the house of Simon the leper, as he sat at table, a woman came with an alabaster flask of ointment and pure nard, very costly, and she broke the flask and poured it over his head.

but there were some who said to themselves indignantly, “why was the ointment thus wasted? for this ointment might have been sold for more than three hundred denarii and given to the poor.”and they reproached her.

but Jesus said, “let her alone! why do you trouble her? she has done a beautiful thing to me.” 

for you always have the poor with you, and whenever you will, you can do good to them; but you will not always have me. she has done what she could; she has anointed my body beforehand for burying. and truly i say to you, wherever the gospel is preached in the whole world, what she has done will be told in memory of her.”



what a blessed contrast you make to the rulers in Jerusalem! they would preserve their power; you come with no power at all. they vaunt themselves; you have—except for one remarkable characteristic—no self at all.

what is your name that i might address my praise to you? i don’t know. were you someone’s mother? i don’t know. were you old, bent by years of experience? were you a prostitute? or else praiseworthy for purity and virtue? were you poor, the ointment an impossible expense for you? or rich, with easy access to a hundred such flasks? i don’t know. mark never says. i know nothing about you save this: that you anointed the head of my Lord.

ah, but that’s enough to know! that deed alone is your identity, your entire being: your self. it memorializes you forever. “what she has done,” says Jesus, “will be told in memory of her.” woman, now you are that deed, neither more nor less than that deed. i marvel at you. i pray God that i might do—and therefore be—the same.

for what was your gesture? an act of pure love for Jesus particularly. it was an act so completely focused upon the Christ that not a dram of worldly benefit was gained thereby. nothing could justify this spillage of some three hundred days’ wages, except love alone. the rulers who sought to kill Jesus were motivated by a certain reasonable logic; but your prodigality appears altogether unreasonable—except for reasons of love. the disciples, in fact, were offended by an act that produced nothing, accomplished nothing, fed no poor, served no need. they reproached you as a wastrel.

they were offended by the absurd, an act devoted absolutely to love, to love alone.

but Jesus called it “beautiful.”

who else anointed our High Priest, as priests should surely be anointed in office? who else anointed our King, the son of David? who else anointed the body of our Savior for burial? no one but you. i don’t know that you consciously recognized these offices of the Lord; but love instinctively sees the truth. love enhances and names in truth. no one else anointed him and by that gesture declared him Messiah, the Christ. the act, therefore, was more than beautiful. It was rare and rich with meaning.

and since the act is all there is of you, since humility has reduced you to this single thing alone and now you are no more nor less than your love for the Lord, you yourself are beautiful and rare and rich with meaning.

you are the beauty of faithful loving.

to those who do not truly love, you will ever be ephemeral or else an offense, either a shadow or an idiot. to me you are a model. you gave up all; you became nothing at all save love for the Lord; and exactly so are you remembered. here, “wherever the gospel is preached in the whole word,” is love’s monument!

you, nameless, anonymous, lovely indeed: thank you!


Jesus, i love you, i love you!

cleanse me of anything that is not love for you, even though the world will thin me preposterous and my friends—some of whom are your disciples—will not be able to make sense of me. you are all the sense and meaning i need. i love you.


…by Walter Wangerin Jr in Reliving the Passion

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