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I remember a story of a young monk who’s mother died. He went to the head priest saying he could not remain faithful to a God who would allow such a thing.
The priest said, “I want you to go into the city and go house to house until you find one who’s never suffered a similar loss. When you do, have them fill this empty bowl with rice and bring it back to me.” A week later he returned with an empty bowl ready to keep his trust in God. We all suffer loss and we need not conjure good reasons for it. Instead we just continue to trust God who is all powerful and knows best. Not once today, after hearing of my mother’s passing have I needed to go to town to get my bowl filled nor conjure a good reason why this had to happen in my lifetime or in this way. No instead, I remember and celebrate… The Lord is my light and my Jesus— whom shall I fear? The Lord is the stronghold of my life— of what shall I be afraid? Psalm 27:1 (DLT) |
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August 2021
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