Broken Dishes and Barack

Written by Roger Wright


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Barack Obama's smile reflectedrepparttar other man's own and whilerepparttar 122693 applause got louder upstairs and turned into a stomping ofrepparttar 122694 feet that drummed intorepparttar 122695 very foundation ofrepparttar 122696 old political rooms so hard that evenrepparttar 122697 ghosts of all those old dealmakers kept watching. And what they saw was Barack Obama and Santiago Cruz picking uprepparttar 122698 pieces ofrepparttar 122699 shattered breakfast dishes untilrepparttar 122700 job was done. This Wednesday morning it looks as thoughrepparttar 122701 world might be looking at those of us inrepparttar 122702 United States with a head shaking bafflement. Just WHAT were these American’s THINKING! Or more precisely, just what were JUST under one half of them thinking. The story that came first onrepparttar 122703 radio was ofrepparttar 122704 Oklahoma senators who want to simply ban ALL abortions. Then they want to make sure that no one who is gay or an unwed mother be allowed to teach in a public school. That compassion stands missing fromrepparttar 122705 national ethic is a given. The forecast calls for a lot of broken dishes onrepparttar 122706 floor. But inrepparttar 122707 dark morning of such a demoralizing loss-here on Lincoln Avenue in Chicago--praying not for easy lives: but instead forrepparttar 122708 strength to meet what life brings: I found myself somehow in line for coffee and newspapers atrepparttar 122709 exact same time as Greg. Don't remember what we said. Really doesn't matter. What does matter is that there we both were, two guys fromrepparttar 122710 same church home--matter of factrepparttar 122711 same church home that was ALSOrepparttar 122712 SAME denomination of Barack Obama. . . . .there we were inrepparttar 122713 very same line atrepparttar 122714 very same time. Both of us in that line ready to help pick uprepparttar 122715 broken dishes. Very same line atrepparttar 122716 very same time. As if it was a message: that God is still speaking. Speaking. Speaking.



Roger Wright can be found on the salon.com blog CHURCH FOOD CHICAGO


Thoughts on the Road to Emmaus

Written by Staci Stallings


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However, we haverepparttar choice to open our eyes and commit ourselves to do God’s work here on earth. Rather than judging, we can reach out torepparttar 122692 lost souls—not by telling them about God's love, but by showing them how great God’s love is. Witnessing by how we live and how we treat one another, so that they look to us and say, "I want to be like them. I want what they have." And then maybe God's grace will touch their hearts and make them ask, "How do I get it? What do they have that I don't?"

But living this way hinges on whether or not we see Jesus in every single person we happen to walk down a path with in our day-to-day lives. When we look at another person, do we see someone who is worthy of Christ’s message? Someone whom God loves beyond measure? Do we see Jesus Himself—lost, hurting, and alone? Or do we see just another person.

I tell you truly, whatever you did not do for one ofrepparttar 122693 least of these, you did not do for me. —Matthew 25:45

Think aboutrepparttar 122694 inherent admonition in these words. Our goal should be to treat others not as we want to be treated but as we would treat Jesus Himself. That is God's real work. We are commissioned to spend our time ministering to God’s children—rather than trying to improve our status in His eyes or to impress one another.

By opening our eyes to Jesus’ presence inrepparttar 122695 those around us, we will come to see His spirit manifesting in our own lives. And thus we can say asrepparttar 122696 disciples did atrepparttar 122697 conclusion torepparttar 122698 Emmaus story,

“Were not our hearts burning within us while He was speaking to us onrepparttar 122699 road . . .”—Luke 24:32

Open your eyes. This opportunity is with you right now. Don’t waste this chance to get to knowrepparttar 122700 Jesus who is in your midst at this very moment.

© Staci Stallings



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