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Abigail Joy Stevens: I like to describe both the simple and complex rhythms of life, so that I might better understand and trust Providence.

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Sunday Morning Singing

Sunday morning singing after six days of work: Holy, Holy, Holy ; What a Friend We Have in Jesus; We stand and chorus words we only halfway comprehend with folks we may or may not know, admire, or ignore. Side by side with them singing His Mercy is More Praying some believe it and receive it with us. All of us half-finished, trusting A Mighty Fortress, in practice for the days we live outside these doors. Monday's back to work: six days of deadlines late, of vexing correspondence and forms that give headache. Six days of headlines that make our blood run cold. Murder on the subway. Order unrestored. Come Sunday morning singing after six days of grief. O God Our Help in Ages Past are you the God of now? Will this Blessed Assurance accept a psalm of doubt? We'll ride upon the faith of those who sing far louder. Into another week we go, this one is sheer delight: projects done, a bonus check and birthday celebrations, Bible reading before bed for six days straight and t

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Welcome to the waiting room. The doctor is in and his operations are in process. You may stop hiding under the tables in the back, and as soon as you can pry your hands off the chair in front of you or from around your neighbor's neck, feel free to enter the pre-op room located over here to your right. Ah, I see you are hesitant. Perhaps you may be wondering what to expect from the doctor’s surgery and your stay here in the hospital. Please, take a moment to study the posters on the walls. They depict the proper function of the human body: the respiratory system, cardiovascular system, nervous system, etc. A comprehensive book of all these diagrams may be found under the chair in front of you. You may notice a striking resemblance between these diagrams and the doctor, our Master Surgeon, and that's because they are one and the same. In fact, these pictures are of the surgeon's own organs, which also happen to be the only ones in working order. Upon studying

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I didn't used to want to be baptized. I was too stubborn. I was determined to be the upright, genuine Christian who wasn't baptized—something of a superior class, I suppose. All that physical symbolism was for the archaic layman or the really emotional sort or the person who's afraid baptism is necessary for salvation. It's not for me. It's not for the steady, reliable believer who doesn't have a big conversion story. I was in preschool when I prayed the prayer. In 6th grade, I gained a deeper understanding of sin while bickering with my siblings in the backseat of the family van. When I was 16, I began a daily quiet time with the Lord. And now at 36, I'm hearing the Lord asking me to make my faith work. Make the rubber meet the road. Get out of "morbid introspection and into deeds," out of "anxious hesitation and into the storm of events" (Rohr & Ebert, 129-130). Stop retreating into my head to figure out God and salvation and he

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