I Notice

Rhythm In Life

fruit-3072626_1920When you love me in many little ways,

Every time I notice.

A simple hug

A soft rub

At times a kiss on my forehead

I do notice my love.

A joke tossed out to win my smile

At times a whisper to flatter my heart

Once again

My love,

I notice that too.

~Susan McMillan

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A Secular Theology, Part 1

A Lawyer's Prayers

Gay Pride Parade, Sao Paulo, Brazil (2004), Author Rose Brasil/ABr, Source Agencia Brasil (CC Attribution 3.0 Brazil License)

I would like over the next few weeks to discuss several articles from the Journal of Christian Legal Thought.  These address the profound cultural changes we see taking place around us, and the threats those changes pose – both to Christianity and humanity at large.

“…who exchanged the truth of God for the lie, and worshiped and served the creature rather than the Creator…” (1 Rom. 25).

“Drag has always served a purpose…We mock identity…We show people we’re shape shifters.   We are God in drag.  That’s our role — is to remind people of that.”

-Ru Paul, Time.com [2]

We begin with an article by Thaddeus Williams titled “A New Theocracy” [1].  Williams examines a secular theology which is rapidly gaining ground.  He terms this Contemporary Western Creation Worship…

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3.33 – Hidden Maze

Allene R. Lowrey

The passing of the storm took with it the ever-present gray of the sky of the ships’ graveyard. If there was one advantage they had on the trip out that they had lacked on the way in, it was the lack of fog – at least for the moment. If there was a second, it was the knowledge that there were no more kalalintu on the island. Still, these were small mercies at best, and the sharpest eyes on the crew had one task: spotting. Everyone else took their turn at the oars, shoving off of submerged sand bars to the calls of the spotters.

Einarr was not among those set to spotting. The foresight spoken of by the Oracle and the foresight required for that task were very different things and so he, too, was among those whose prime task was “hurry up and wait.”

Not that this was…

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Choosing Joy

I learned long ago that the command to choose joy was an important one.

What? Joy is commanded? Well…yes. It’s all over the Scriptures. Over and Over  Israel was commanded in the Psalms to be joyful!

“Let Israel be glad in his Maker; let the children of Zion rejoice in their King!” Psalm 149:2

“Let Jacob rejoice, let Israel be glad” Psalm 14:7

“Rejoice in the Lord” Psalm 97:12

“Serve the Lord with gladness” Psalm 100:2

“Be glad in the Lord, and rejoice, O righteous, and shout for joy, all you upright in heart!” Psalm 32:11

And not just Israel…even the nations are commanded to be joyful…..

“Let the nations be glad and sing for joy,” Psalm 67:4

But it doesn’t stop there…God commands nature to be joyful!

11 Let the heavens rejoice, let the earth be glad; let the sea resound, and all that is in it. 12 Let…

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3.32 – Casting Off

Allene R. Lowrey

When Einarr opened his eyes the next morning, it was to the whistle of wind across the Vidofnir’s rails, the slate-gray sky above, and the dull ache of overworked muscles not yet ready to be worked again. He sat up, blinking blearily: those around him appeared no more alert than he was.

Einarr growled low in his throat as he pushed himself to his feet. Where was… Ah. There they are. Near the stern, Stigander and Bardr stood debating in hushed tones between bites of breakfast.

Already know what they’re discussing. This is awful weather to set out in. Einarr twitched his nose when he caught the cold freshness of rain on the wind. Food first. Worry about sailing in this later.

That they would be sailing today, one way or another, was almost unquestioned. There was a storm on the wind, yes, but with all the sandbars and…

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3.31 – A Full Hold

Allene R. Lowrey

In spite of their exhaustion and soaked feet – and trousers – Einarr’s crew was in high spirits as they returned to the Vidofnir late that morning. The sun said it was nearly midday: as they stepped out of the marsh and onto the sandbar Einarr exchanged a look with Reki. They’d been luckier than any of them had any right to expect. A chuckle rose up from his chest.

Reki opened her mouth as though to say something, but then closed it again. With a sigh she, too, started to laugh, and soon the men were talking and laughing with the ebullience of relief.

“All right, Father, your turn,” Einarr called as they approached the ship.

Stigander studied the approaching group, looking for any sign of new injury and finding none. “Welcome back. Everything’s in order?”

“The Allthane lies buried in the frozen deep. And none too soon, either.”

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3.30 – Rite of Passing

Allene R. Lowrey

The only difference Einarr could see in the barrow cave this morning from when they had left was the lack of shades hovering ominously between himself and the Allthane’s would-be barrow. “Where do you want us?”

Reki strode deeper into the cave without looking back? “You? With me. The rest of you should guard the entryway to the room with the ship for now.”

“Against things coming out or things getting in?” Irding sounded sheepish, but it was a good question.

“Yes. And remember you’re basically on your own against anything that does try to stop me. We’ve no guarantee all of the revenants fell last night.”

Nervous chuckling came from behind Einarr before Troa answered for the group. “Understood.”

Reki may have nodded in response. “Now. Einarr. As I understand it, my predecessor was your stepmother? You were involved in her funeral?”

“Mm.”

“Good. I need you to lash…

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