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Here’s a “Choose Your own Post Script” to a famous story…
The next day after all the partygoers had feasted and danced at the celebration, they began to gather at the city gates to discuss the events of the previous. There were many opinions expressed and many left shaking their heads.
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Some from me:
1. Perspective
2. Information not previously known
3. Information previously known but forgotten or misunderstood or misapplied now revealed
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Understanding someone else’s opinion doesn’t mean we have to agree with it. Seeking to see something through someone else’s eyes doesn’t necessarily render our own perspective false.
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It is a strange, stark, scary, wonderful, desperately sad, terrifyingly eye opening, amazing thing when finally seeing you’ve held inconsistent or opposing ideas that simply cannot coexist and therefore undermine and undercut each other.
Strange because it has not been seen before. The thoughts in opposition have lain deep below conscious thought.
“I love you” is everything and yet not enough.
Q: When you’re full to bursting point, how do you express it?
VSP 🙂
Someone asked me (for her son) why John the Baptist is called that. This is the kind of question I love having the chance to answer 🙂 Here’s what I wrote…
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I have an inner Pinterest for clothes and crafts which was greatly aided by our days in Paris last July. Here is a list of 20 French fashion matters of notice though not of any great consequence (Miranda Priestly would slay me for that [and much more besides])
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Not by any particular design of my own, I’ve happened to read the story of the man possessed by a legion of demons (in Luke 8) several times in the last few weeks. The demons recognised Jesus, understood his authority – and were terrified.
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Tonight I sang in a congregation where the force of voice volume was an experience in and of itself. To hear a couple hundred male voices ‘cling to the old rugged cross’ and actually mean it was awefilling to me… and then I sat under the preaching of a bald, tattooed tough guy while tears coursed down his face. I am dancing on the inside.
VSP 🙂