When our world seems to be flaking
We must engage in thanks-making
We break zero-sum
When we become
Part of the Body He’s breaking!
Today I will feed those I love
As part of the brokenness
Of Christ’s Body
While Jesus was in one of the towns, a man came along who was covered with leprosy. When he saw Jesus, he fell facedown and begged Him, “Lord, if You are willing, You can make me clean.”
HE WILL always love you
Though you might not believe it
HE WILL give good blessings
Yet it’s hard to receive it
Details TBD: Probably Labor Day Weekend somewhere in Northern California
WADACAM! Weekend Workshop is a mashup spiritual retreat and boot camp. The goal is to equip men to succeed in their most important and difficult challenges (i.e., relationships). We do this by tapping into the power of the cross via an innovative small group process known as Rings of Reconciling (pronounced “RoR!”).Continue reading
The only cure
For our Self
Is God Himself
This Wednesday (June 30, 2021) I invite you to join me in encountering God’s wisdom in Ecclesiastes 3, as part of the Bay Area Summer Peer Mentoring group for the Octet Collaborative.Continue reading
Human bodies run on carbohydrates, proteins, fats, vitamins & minerals, water, and oxygen.
What powers the Body of Christ?Continue reading
This week on The Great Reset our Biasta Janet leads the Biastes through an exercise in Christlike Relational Roleplay.
Question: How do we shift the focus of the Body of Christ from “getting fed” to “getting fit” (to represent Jesus)?
[Continued from Part 1]
I wake up, not quite able to remember how I got here, or how long I’d been asleep. I’m not even sure I’m awake now — it is pitch dark, and I have that drowsy, warm feeling I have right when I’m on the edge of dreams. I feel like I’m swathed in soft blankets. I stretch, luxuriating in the the safe, secure environment. I contemplate going back to sleep. To sleep, perchance to dream…
Yet, something penetrates the muffled stillness of my blankets. Something like… the beating of drums! In a rush, the memories of the previous… day? week? decade?… come crashing upon me. I remember leaving my home, my mother… the men crowding around me, and ushering me into a car… then nothing. Blackness. LIke this. And silence.Continue reading