There must be some kind of sacrament to interruptions, like at open-air assemblies or picnics, where some spiritual guru demands your food.
The logistics of how we get fed today are so complex
I'd rather be a generous sinner than a parsimonious saint.
I've got a lot on my hands.
First was celebration; next was water, next was food.
But it is even harder, perhaps, to face the reality that we cannot truly save anyone or fix anything.
There's power in repentance, if only because we don't have to spend all that energy hiding from ourselves or others, including God.
I once said something in a sermon about getting older. I was thirty-four at the time.
The psalmist knows he's here today, gone tomorrow, a passing guest of God.
Kenneth L. Samuel
For a long time, John Lennon's famous lines from his iconic song, "Imagine," haunted me.