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The Invited Guest. . . .the Carpenter
The Teachers Speak. . . .and yet the beauty we encounter is being multiplied here and there, but lacking only the invisible quotient.. . . . we have not been invited in. What did you learn to do so young? To invite the hosts of heaven as your daily companions and then to proceed to…
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A New Road
A New Road Whenever religious holy days come to be, I cannot help but think of those who are in the throes of giving up their religion and leaving what has been their way of life. It is not an easy decision to come to, no matter the age of the person. The young will…
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One Of The Best Things
One Of The Best Things One of the best things about growing old is that one has a store of memories to choose from to either entertain, beguile or sometimes companion one in the body’s misery. All one has to do is conjure the memory and whoa! There we are. Simple as that. One just…
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The Mist That Sustains Me
On NBC Nightly News this past March 20 a segment concerning a young boy with memory of a prior life was interviewed and his memories have proven valid and correct. I was not aware that Dr. Tucker of the University of Virginia was doing research on prior lives of children. As he said in the…
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Grace To Be Trusted
Grace To Be Trusted It is impossible to live or continue to live with a philosophy that covers personal life and not one’s public life. To have it cover one and not the other is asking the observer to believe one portion and to close out the other as not applicable.. The dichotomy will rear…
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Choice Goods
Choice Goods I would like to live long enough to see the children who are born with more than the usual five senses come out of the closet of mind so they will be asked what they see, hear, think and what they remember. And be looked upon as someone highly gifted and of…
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Valentines For Ever’one
‘Til ever’ name is called Can we make valentines, he asked? The younger looked as if he was torn by a big decision. Why make them, I asked? ‘Cause there are lots I know and they be real from me, he said. How real I asked and he looked at me puzzled. I waited for…
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The Prayer Altar
The Prayer Altar There are always memories that burn the heart. The only thing to do is take them to the prayer altar and do with them what you will. If you cringe at the thought of prayer because of discomfort for whatever reason, think of prayer being the quiet internal place when your heart…
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Entering Before Us
Entering Before Us We carry our values with us as silent companions. When we enter a room we know immediately if we fit. Our value system has entered the room before us. And everyone already knows whether we are accepted. We might as well have the Sargent of Arms announce us. How important…
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Love Beckons
The Teachers Speak. . . . . When you nurture love into being, when you expand the limitations of one and not labeled them insufficient or stupid, you have prodded a self concept into using strength and innate ability to understand something used and feared all of a lifetime. They may not remember who…