twas blind but now I see.

Religion is often abstract. There is a vagueness to describing the spiritual. There is an empirical fuzziness to matters of faith. For the man, born blind, healed by Jesus, there was no vagueness. He was sure. He wasn’t sure how it had happened, or who exactly Jesus was. He couldn’t resolve all of the theological […]

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I am the man

There was a man. A man with parents. A man born blind. It wasn’t like he had been able to see and then a disease took his sight. It wasn’t like an accident or an incident. He had never seen. One day, a bunch of people who knew him didn’t know him. He was “the […]

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the next thing to do.

You are following Jesus. You may be right up next to him, talking with him all the time, following every step. You may be watching him from the edge of the crowd, trying to figure out how to differentiate the steps he’s taking from the ones everyone is saying he is taking. You may be […]

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today I will be telling stories

Today I’m at a conference of church people. My assignment is to help a group of people understand listening prayer better. So I am going to tell stories. I’m telling them four stories. And I will tell the stories without giving them the points. And that is the point. Stories take listening. Stories take stopping […]

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But this doesn’t look like a place for prayer

I’ve been talking about the geography of prayer the past two days. I didn’t tell you that’s what I was doing. Instead, I talked about two chairs and two mountains, images of where God is when we’re talking with him (or them). But where are we supposed to be standing or sitting or kneeling or […]

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