Sensitivity

I spend a lot of time trying to think up new things, or new ways to say the familiar things.  I’m a big believer in singing a new song to the Lord and the exquisite beauty that comes from being completely random every once in a while.

That said, our brains were build to learn by repetition, and our hearts were made to be renewed by reminders.  That’s why the Bible has four gospels, Kings and Chronicles, and the books of Deuteronomy and 1 John. All built on some form of repetition.  That’s why the early church met daily from house to house or had a regular assembly on the first day of the week.  To be reminded.  To be renewed.

I know I accidentally repeat myself plenty of times, but today I thought it may be time for a little deliberate renewal – some purpose-driven (sorry, Rick) reminders of the big stuff – a harvested collection of some of the good stuff.  Not my stuff, but those themes that keep us going and keep going themselves long after we’re gone.  So here goes… [click to continue…]

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grace labHanging on the wall at the Grace Clinic lab in Lubbock – addressed to people referred to as “patient.”

Now that’s refreshing.  To a group of people (and it was a huge group on this day, smack in the middle of flu season) who would probably rather be anywhere else and had precious little time, somebody noticed – and planned to be part of the solution rather than part of the problem.  The message:  We recognize you have a life outside what it is we do here. 

What if we reapplied that idea to other common experiences?  Imagine the signs you may see that reflect tiny investments in your life, or the lives of others.

Hanging in a coffee shop: [click to continue…]

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insensitiveTake a look in the mirror. There you’ll see somebody you hope comes across as decent, caring, and human at least. Godly at best.  Imagine, however, that you could look through the veil at the thoughts of people around you. Chances are, sometime over the last several weeks, you walked right past them. Absorbed in your own world, you dissed ‘em. And though you were clueless, they caught it.

You jerk. [click to continue…]

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