I recently began preaching at a nearby United Church of Christ, Hanks Chapel UCC, a lovely church in Pittsboro, NC. I am planning to share the sermon notes for each here on my blog. This is the first sermon there this year, on Ash Wednesday.
I hope it blesses you!
in God’s peace, Your progressive redneck preacher,
Joel 2:1-2, 12-17
2:1 Blow the trumpet in Zion; sound the alarm on my holy mountain! Let all the inhabitants of the land tremble, for the day of the LORD is coming, it is near–
2:2 a day of darkness and gloom, a day of clouds and thick darkness! Like blackness spread upon the mountains a great and powerful army comes; their like has never been from of old, nor will be again after them in ages to come.
2:12 Yet even now, says the LORD, return to me with all your…
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It has been a while since I posted my regular devotions on my blog. Around the time my mother died last year, I ended up having to take some time away from writing for a public audience for inner spiritual healing .
Over Lent I have returned to the practice that launched me into a public blog — spiritual journaling. Those who’ve followed Progressive Redneck Preacher may remember that I began this blog as sharing elements of my own spiritual journal I felt could speak to others. I plan to resume this practice here.
To start this practice, I share some words from the beginning of my Lenten journey.
Blessings on your journeys as well!
Your progressive redneck preacher,
1 The truly happy person
doesn’t follow wicked advice,
doesn’t stand on the road of sinners,
and doesn’t sit with the disrespectful.
2 Instead of…
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A moment in life shall look upon these magical moments. Feeling like there’s a perfect twist to go with that. At that stage of life, there’s some intensity. Letting it flow through the mind. It can be seen as that perfect stand-by.
Things in that empowerment can bring up a little something among those greatest moments of all. Looking at it as a way to look at greater values of life. Taking it in that decent control.
A piece of something that can bring that pure moment to the table. An shimmeringly tale of something that’s bigger than ever. Trusting in that pure strength. Extending it a lot farther than ever. Cherish that very moment through peace. Living beyond these open arms.
Something in that empowerment will shine all the way. Taking it forward at all times.
The following article is based on a talk given by May Tripp at the Retreat For Animal Welfare, Maryvale, 19th June, 1993
When I first began to think about this talk I fully intended to speak about the work of Animal Christian Concern, about our various campaigns, about the Services we had held, the practical difficulties we had faced and the help we had received. But almost as soon as I had begun to write I found that the Cross was dominating my thoughts and that the talk had changed direction away from the practicalities of our work and towards the concerns of all those enquirers who seek our help, many of whom never even become our members. Most of these people are suffering in some way either from personal problems or vicariously for creation. Almost invariably their impression of Christians seems to be that we are comfortable people…
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Something happened to me recently that I have never experienced before: My psychiatrist apologised to me for not following up on something in relation to my medication which could potentially have consequences for my health. It was not just the first time my current doctor had apologised, it was the first time any psychiatrist had, ever! I reflected on how telling and troubling it is that this was such a cause for amazement. I have had a diagnosed mental illness since 1995 when I was diagnosed with schizophrenia by a hospital doctor. I think I saw him two or three times. He pronounced this piece of rather significant diagnostic news matter of factly and told me I needed to take medication and left it a that. I went home and never saw him again.
I have spent twenty thee years accessing support form various mental health workers – in many…
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Rising from the mud
Shaken by the moon that shines behind the shadow trees
She tenses and listens.
Hearing the leaves rustle in the wind
the cicadas hum, and the birds
flapping their goodnight wings
her mind feels tricked by the sounds of the night.
The humidity in the air creates
a slow-motion dance of fog
circling the dark shapes on the ground.
A chill, a shudder, and it’s over.
The night is over.
Now the sun hits her face, drying the mud.
Slowly, she turns around and walks away
knowing that without the mud
a lotus would never rise.
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