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"We have nothing to offer each other, except a haven." — K. Nafziger

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Derek

Husband; dad; cat cohabitator; Christ-follower; Goshen College alum; theological Anabaptist (mostly); cultural Mennonite (umm... suburban Mennonite); once a scientist, now a seminarian; mediocre guitarist and even more mediocre dulcimerist (huh?); devotee of dark chocolate, tapioca pudding, bubble tea, mince meat pie, Lizano salsa, and Starbucks mocha; geocacher; genealogist; piecer of denim blankets; fan of the mountains of western Maryland and Pennsylvania and the Boundary Waters of northern Minnesota; enjoyer of music by U2, Bon Iver, Carrie Newcomer, and the Indigo Girls (among others); run-of-the-mill blogger.

I miss winter. I miss the challenge of negative temperatures. I miss snow covering everything in sight.

That being said, it would be a shame to not stop and express gratitude for the first blooms of “spring” on the forsythia bushes in our front yard.

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“Light dawns on a weary world”

I have just returned from Laurelville’s Music and Worship Leaders Retreat. This was the eighth time I’d attended, and every year is wonderful. (And every year, I always experience an emotional low on Monday, but you can’t have the low without the joy of the weekend.)

One highlight this year was learning the hymn, “Light Dawns on a Weary World”, with the hope of Isaiah 55 at the conclusion:

We shall go out with joy, and be led forth in peace,
As all the world in wonder echoes shalom.

(If there are song leaders among my readers, you’ll be interested in Mary Louise Bringle’s story of the hymn text.)


Here’s another little taste from the weekend:

(My people.)


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Shalom

Fire in the Valley

(A word of thanks to Brother Sun)

Seven billion wait
For you to make an appearance today
Ten minutes for me
Is an extravagant grace

A cruel, wondrous world

This morning at the breakfast table, I heard a plaintive cry and saw a dark shape swoop by the window. A red-bellied woodpecker had come to the end of its life at the talons of a sharp-shinned hawk.

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Ornaments of joy

You may have your color-coordinated Christmas tree with classy ornaments. Not us. These are our favorites…

Continue reading “Ornaments of joy”

Heroes of the faith

 

Job was restored.
Hannah was answered.
Even Thomas got to see.
“Look to them in your arid times!”

Nobody esteems Hagar.
She is forever the slave woman.

But sometimes, it is enough to say
We didn’t die in the desert.

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