Feb 15, 2022

Guilty of journeying without recalling the preciousness wasting moments.

Where you have gone and come back from.

Yesterday in wind further wet rain we drove to the coast.

It was bit like going into past we viewed the cave we nearly drowned in...few summers ago

Sat looked at waves crushing against the pebbled beach.

Sat ate a burger, drank coffee. Agreed it was a good if blowy chilly drive out.


What in your own past, were have you been , when the  weather fought against you,

perhaps to stop you appreciating the view.

 

We don`t see everything at once, not every moment have lived,

we may forget place you have been, guilty of journeying on without

always recalling the `preciousness of wasting moments`.


The Sunday morning gathering–featuring congregational singing, a lengthy sermon, and public prayers taking place in a large building designated specifically for those purposes–is a thoroughly modern invention.

Do you feel that the Sunday morning worship gathering, Which l grew up attending is essential to genuine Christian faith growth.

Ask this as finding myself less at this type of Faith event.


There always been public call to pray, Found many helped myself with concerns ,worry, obstacles , tried to bear other’s burdens.

Wrestle with further work hard forgive one another, committed through project and own efforts to  feed the hungry ,Politically, in social narrative, and of course blogging care about the oppressed.

Spoke last week about understanding the commandment to, love our enemies.

But can we keep doing this.. without sermons and songs. . that come from a person not really fan of modern worship or `chwiststeen` music  scene.

How is Church looking for the future follower of Jesus , where can others seeking God but not internet users , well where will they gather to journey deeper.


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. . . she got a postcard in the mail
That just said Heaven,with a picture of the ocean and the beach
The simple words he wrote her
Said he loved her
How he'd hold her if his arms would reach
Wish you were here, wish you could see this place
Wish you were near,Wish I could touch your face
The weather's nice, it's paradise
It's summertime all year and there's some folks we know
They say, "Hello, "
I miss you so, wish you were here"