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Tuesday thoughts.  Three of them, as has become customary.

1.  Oswald Chamber's post for June 5th is remarkable.  In part: 

My assurance is to be built upon God’s assurance to me. God says, “I will never leave you,” so that then I “may boldly say, ’The Lord is my helper; I will not fear’ ” (Hebrews 13:5-6). In other words, I will not be obsessed with apprehension. This does not mean that I will not be tempted to fear, but I will remember God’s words of assurance. I will be full of courage, like a child who strives to reach the standard his father has set for him. The faith of many people begins to falter when apprehensions enter their thinking, and they forget the meaning of God’s assurance— they forget to take a deep spiritual breath. The only way to remove the fear from our lives is to listen to God’s assurance to us.


What are you fearing? Whatever it may be, you are not a coward about it— you are determined to face it, yet you still have a feeling of fear. When it seems that there is nothing and no one to help you, say to yourself, “But ’The Lord is my helper’ this very moment, even in my present circumstance.”

I just finished re-reading Dale Carnegie's classic book on worry.  He does a marvelous job of waiting until he's hooked the reader to take Chamber's tact.  It humors me that we usually need a spoonful of sugar to help the obvious medicine go down.

2.  Interested in Larry Backer's most recent blog piece on the evolving role of voters, governance, and  administrative bodies on democratic legitimacy.  What is the real role of the voter and citizen in the current environment?  Perhaps more importantly, what is the interrelationship for the individual and body politic in balancing meaningful and healthy governance with meaningful and healthy spiritual life? 

3.  Yesterday, a good client shared Langston Hughes' poem "Dream Deferred."  We're all deferring something, aren't we?

"What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore -- And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over -- like a syrup sweet?
Maybe it just sages like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?"

  


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