Come to Stillness: Take a few minutes to allow your mind and heart to
be still before God.
Opening Prayer: O Lord our God, help us to be faithful to
gather what you have provided for our hearts and souls this day—that we may
feed on you and live. In the name of
Jesus, the bread of life. Amen.
Scripture Reading for the Day: Psalm 147:1-20
Reading for Reflection:
"You're writing
another book about yourself?" Jordan asked. He was sitting at
the counter in the kitchen eating a bowl of cereal. He had his laptop
open and was choosing the starting lineup for his college fantasy basketball
team. He'd been playing the game for a year and finally had a division
one team. He said he was going to start his best defense, because defense
wins championships.
"I'm not writing a book. I'm not talking about a book. I'm talking about me. I don't think I'm telling a good story."
"I think you tell good stories. Lots of people think so."
"I tell good stories in books. I don't live good stories."
Jordan poured more milk in his cereal. He was looking at me while pouring the milk. He was squinting his eyes a little and furrowing his brow. He stopped pouring the milk. He kept looking at me for ten seconds or more, like he was studying me.
"You're right," he finally said. "You aren't living a good story."
"That's what I was saying."
"I see," he said.
"What do I do about that?"
"You're a writer. You know what to do."
"No, I don't."
Jordan looked at me with his furrowed brow again. "You put something on the page," he said. "Your life is a blank page. You write on it."
(A Million Miles in a Thousand Years by Donald Miller)
"I'm not writing a book. I'm not talking about a book. I'm talking about me. I don't think I'm telling a good story."
"I think you tell good stories. Lots of people think so."
"I tell good stories in books. I don't live good stories."
Jordan poured more milk in his cereal. He was looking at me while pouring the milk. He was squinting his eyes a little and furrowing his brow. He stopped pouring the milk. He kept looking at me for ten seconds or more, like he was studying me.
"You're right," he finally said. "You aren't living a good story."
"That's what I was saying."
"I see," he said.
"What do I do about that?"
"You're a writer. You know what to do."
"No, I don't."
Jordan looked at me with his furrowed brow again. "You put something on the page," he said. "Your life is a blank page. You write on it."
(A Million Miles in a Thousand Years by Donald Miller)
Reflection and Listening: silent and written
Prayer: for the church, for others, for myself
Prayer: for the church, for others, for myself
Closing Prayer: Deliver us, O Lord, when we draw near to you,
from coldness of heart and wanderings of mind: grant that with steadfast
thoughts and kindled affections, we may worship you in spirit and in
truth. Amen. (Venite by Robert
Benson)
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