One of the soul seeds that I am incubating this season of Advent is greater self-acceptance. I am burdened at times by an inner critic who delights in censoring my efforts and who often whispers in my ear, “Can’t you do better than that?” Thankfully, I just returned to John O’Donohue’s book, Anam Cara where he wrote, “When you decide to practice inner hospitality, the self-torment ceases. The abandoned, neglected, and negative selves come into a seamless unity.” Wow!
Those words feel right to me. Yet, what does a practice of inner hospitality look like? I have made some progress using dreamwork and creative visualization in contemplative prayer, but I wondered how can I practice inner hospitality as I move through the course of an ordinary day? How can I stay awake to the new life stirring within?
A sign pointed the way as I unwrapped my International Santa Claus collection. I have some twenty pieces of different figurines which depict how different countries around the world imagine the embodiment of the Christmas spirit of giving. Each year I am delighted to be reminded of those many images. And each year, when it comes to releasing the Christkindl from Germany, I am reminded that it is broken. This particular Christkindl takes the form of a feminine angel, dressed in white holding a basket of treats and toys. She is beautiful to behold—except for her broken wing which has become completely detached from her body.
I have not known how to repair her, and those more gifted than I in that department tell me it cannot be done. So, every year I look at her, sigh, wrap her up with her broken wing and put her back into the box. She is then stored with the empty boxes of her counterparts who are joyfully on display throughout my house.
Not this year. As I looked at her just the other day, I said, out loud, “What’s wrong with an angel with only one wing?” And as I gazed at her, practicing visio divina, (praying on and with an object instead of a text) I saw just how beautiful she is. She is beautiful not despite her broken wing but because of her broken wing. I smiled at her with love, compassion and admiration.
Can I do the same for me? Often, I try to ignore my inner critic or silence her. I understand now that smiling and loving her with compassion and admiration is another way to practice inner hospitality. The route to inner healing is surely about embracing our wounds and making way for whatever seems broken or worn or dysfunctional.
I’ve named my angel Gretel. I am so grateful for her re-entrance into my life. I keep her close to me, carrying her from place to place. Most often she stands on the kitchen window sill above the sink while I do the dishes or on my desk when I do my work there. She reminds me to acknowledge and take care of my many selves of the Self. She has become a sacred sign that points the way to the growing soul seeds in my heart, waiting to be reborn and like the Christ child usher in a new creation.
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There is something about the Advent story that invites me to revisit some of my favourite stories and posts from the past. Perhaps it is the enduring nature of this eternal story that beckons me in this way. Over the weekend it was the video below that drew me in.
I have never seen the aurora borealis but it is definitely on my bucket list. This amazing display of light illuminates the darkness of the coldest days. It reminds me that God illuminates the darkness of our world in spectacular ways. That is what the story of Advent is all about – light penetrating the darkness in sensational and unexpected ways, inviting us to gasp in awe and wonder at the mighty display.
These days we are rarely aware of the lights that shine in the darkness. The light of the stars is dimmed by the myriad artificial lights that make up our world and at Christmas, those lights blaze around us in vivid displays. As you know, my own little corner is alight each morning with their brilliance but these are strategically placed to draw me into the light of Christ, not away from it. In the evening we light up our porch and Christmas tree with coloured lights. Their brilliance grows each year; as I–like many of my neighbours–add new strings of light to our display.
What would our world look like without all these artificial lights I wonder? Evidently, the luminous glow of light pollution prevents nearly 80 percent of people in North America from seeing the Milky Way in the night sky. Our home galaxy is now hidden from more than one-third of humanity.
There are only a few occasions on which I have been privileged to see the full glory of the God-given lights in our world, and I still remember them vividly. I remember the long sails across the Atlantic and the Pacific when I was on the M/V Anastasis. We would often sit on deck without a single artificial light shining. The Milky Way was truly awe-inspiring. Then there was my first visit to New Zealand and the Waitomo Caves. We were rowed into position in a small boat, then they turned off all lights. In a few minutes, glowworms appeared across the entire roof of the cave. It was truly spectacular.
Artificial light dims our view of God’s world. Does it also dim our view of God? Especially in this Christmas season when so many artificial lights surround us, what do we miss out on because of the intensity of the light pollution they produce?
Read John 1:1-5
In the beginning the Word already existed.
The Word was with God,
and the Word was God.
2 He existed in the beginning with God.
3 God created everything through him,
and nothing was created except through him.
4 The Word gave life to everything that was created,[a]
and his life brought light to everyone.
5 The light shines in the darkness,
and the darkness can never extinguish it
What struck me as I read these words today is that though the darkness cannot extinguish the light of Christ, the wrong kind of light can. Turn off all the lights around you and surround yourself with as much darkness as is possible. Sit in the darkness for a couple of minutes. Watch the meditation below and/or the video of the glowworms above. Several of the images in the meditation are of the aurora borealis. When you are finished, close your computer and turn off your phone. Sit in the darkness for a couple of minutes again, imagining the lights you have seen as the light of Christ shining in the darkness.
Turn on the lights. Ask yourself What are the lights that dim the light of Christ in me and radiating out from me? How is God prompting you to respond?
photo by Craig Goodwin
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The idea for World Soil Day was birthed through the International Union of Soil Sciences in 2002. The purpose of having a day like this is to raise awareness of the importance of soil and the importance of caring for it so that it can and will be productive for many years ahead. This year the theme is to make us aware of the importance of maintaining healthy soil: “Halt soil salinization, boost soil productivity.”
When I was considering what God may have thought when He created the world, and especially created the garden of Eden lush with all kinds of plants, waters etc. I wonder how He created things to work together to provide for the continuation of life for thousands of years. The beauty of the creation at the beginning was that everything was perfect so there was no need to worry about the problems that face so many places in the world today in regards to healthy soil.
I found a few verses in Ezekiel that talk about how soil works:
Ezekiel 17: 3-6 … he took a cutting from the land and planted it in good, well-watered soil, like a willow on a riverbank. It sprouted into a flourishing vine, low to the ground. Its branches grew toward the eagle and the roots became established— A vine putting out shoots, developing branches.
Soil, especially healthy soil, is necessary for all of life whether it is plant or animal. It gives the possibility of plant life of all kinds as they are designed to get water and nurture from the soil. It provides living space for insects as well as some animals and at times it also provides living spaces for humanity. The house below has sides made of mud and as you can see the roof is soil with grass growing on it. At times these have been the only homes some people have known, and possibly there are still some today as they are said to be very economical in many ways.
Soil also is a filtration system for water. As the rains fall and the snow melts it passes through the soil into the water supply systems underground from where many of us gain our water for everyday living. It is through the soil that plants gain the water for growth through their root system. It also is a stability system for plants–as we all know the devastation when soil becomes washed away or too waterlogged to support our trees. The trees come tumbling over.
I grew up on a farm in the midwestern states of the USA. I learned many things about growing grains, gardens, and trees as I grew up. Fertilization and crop rotation were important. Because we had a large farm with cattle much of our fertilizer was from our cattle. As I moved into adulthood and on my own, I had a garden until a few years ago. I composted all of my vegetable and fruit peels etc. and used them instead of buying fertilizer. I cannot explain but I always had an abundant garden and as a family, we were very healthy. I learned that composting also helps to nurture the necessary worms and ground bugs that enhance garden soil. This definitely shows how we can live without some of the chemicals that have been made and are used in our soils for the production of foods. So, this is a first-hand idea to embrace to follow the theme for this year:
“Halt soil salinization, boost soil productivity.”
I also was reminded as studying about soil that God likens our hearts to soil.
Psalm 97:11 reads:
“Light-seeds are planted in the souls of God’s people, Joy-seeds are planted in good heart-soil.”
He plants good seeds in our hearts but it is up to us to nurture those seeds so that they grow and produce good fruits. And then of course that reminds me of the fruit of the Spirit that Paul writes about in Galatians 5:22 – “the Holy Spirit produces this kind of fruit in our lives: love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, 23 gentleness, and self-control.” All these things can be nurtured and produced when we feed and water our spirits regularly with time in prayer and meditation on God’s Word. Just as in a real garden there are probably times where one has to do a bit of weeding out of things that creep in – that is how weeds are in a garden and if not tended to they choke out the good plants and prevent a good harvest.
EMBRACING THE SOIL
The soil at times may seem a bit unecessary when one observes nature,
We see the shrubs, flowers, and even trees growing as if it were out of rock,
And we may stop and wonder – how is that possible?
Then I take a walk and I notice –
Almost everywhere I go there is soil.
There is red soil, black soil, gray soil, brown soil, and possibly colors I have not yet seen or discovered,
There is soil everywhere and anywhere – some places welcomed and others not so welcomed;
There are plants embracing this soil no matter where it may be,
The cracks in the sidewalk, the flower beds, the gardens, the forests, the mountainside and even the ocean beds
All using it to produce a myriad of plants, trees, flowers –
Home for insects and small animals as well as food for many too.
God:
Thank you for thoughtfully creating soil and showing us how to embrace it,
Thank you for how it grows tasty foods in so many forms and flavors,
Thank you for the stability it gives to our feet as we walk upon it,
Thank you for the creativity You have gifted us with to care for this soil,
Help us to embrace and care for the soil in our areas faithfully and carefully,
Help us to be mindful of sharing with others the wisdom we gain in our caring for this soil upon our earth,
So all of the world may benefit of this great resource we have.
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by Laurie Klein
You only get one life.
*CHRISTMAS, 2000: THAILAND*
I miss my armchair back home. Upholstered wings to enfold and console me. Safe adventures via good books.
No furniture beckons me here in the meeting room where our team debriefs with the Advocate.
It’s the day after the all-day birthday bash for Jesus. Shoeless, we sit on the floor, legs angled to one side, tender arches and soles turned toward the wall. It makes 50-year-old hip joints ache, but we farangs have learned that aiming a foot at another person gravely insults them. Thai culture deems human feet filthy.
As usual, dirt stains blotch my socks like islands of rust. My toes, lanced with a bolt of icy pain, cramp. Heat clogs my lungs, my breath stutters. Disease meets humidity.
But guilt outweighs all.
I am silently reliving last night’s fire-gone-rogue, trying to suppress the aftershocks: the Christmas play. And what followed. And my reaction.
To be sure, nobody’s shining hair or clothing went up in flames. No one suffered burns. The blaze petered out when the pyro-rascals led everyone closer to the stage. The play had begun.
And what an opening act! I stared. Everyone stared. Young Thais staggered and slurred, feigning drug highs, or drunkenness. Sham fights ensued. And was that a hooker?—crooking her finger, stage left?
I couldn’t watch. I sped to the Advocate’s kitchen, toed off my shoes near others piled by the door. I stood at the sink in my wretched socks, scrubbing dishes. Barefoot friends scraped plates and stored the leftover food.
A teammate entered and drew me aside, her face troubled.
“I think you should know the kids are dismantling—”
Oh no. The creche? My creche? I flung my dishtowel, ignored my waiting shoes, and tore outside.
I arrived to see my cherished birds tossed back and forth. Two kids paraded around in the holy family’s clothing. It looked torn.
I had no words.
Choked with hurt and fury, I had turned away.
Creche, sounds like crush
Now, the memory grinds to a close. Growing commotion wrenches me back to the meeting room. A woman from the village has arrived, gesturing, jabbering.
The Advocate’s eyes widen. Then she translates. The woman wants to pray. To our God. She wants us, the farangs, to come to her house and explain all this to her husband.
The team bursts into applause. Then 100 questions. The sole car in the village, the Advocate’s station wagon, can hold nine people.
“Who wants to come?” she asks.
I just want to go home. Instead, I’m stranded here among jubilant friends, unable to shag a ride to the place where I sleep. Call me the prodigal’s elder brother, but I want no part in the celebration.
Nor do I want to examine my failures.
Sometime later
The team returns, all talking at once. When they had arrived at the woman’s home, villagers crammed her front room, wall-to-wall. They bubbled over with questions about Jesus. EYC’s play must have presented the gospel, after all. While I sulked at the sink. The Advocate had retold the Story, then led them in prayer.
Each person there had given their life to Jesus.
Now, my teammates turn toward me, the one put in charge of the program. Isn’t it awesome? How do I feel, they want to know.
I begin to understand the shepherds: bedazzled, bewildered by news beyond imagining. I nod and smile, make the right noises, then slink off to the car for my ride home.
And I lie awake, offended. Confused. Which makes me feel even more left out. I should be ecstatic. But over four weeks of Advent tainted by personal failure, I had felt dismissed. Over and over.
And last night, I’d felt downright murderous when the creche—my small, private kingdom—fell into ruins, ransacked.
I groan, place the cool side of the pillow over my face. I begin to understand Herod.
Yes, Herod. I have adored my creation more than my savior.
Oh, how little I know him. Oh, this daredevil, venturous faith! How perilous. How wondrous.
I kneel to grasp the imagined hem of his garment. It appears fleetingly, in my mind’s eye: traditional Thai cloth in vivid colors. And somewhere in the background, the woman who sewed it. Sacrificially. Because I asked.
Savior, Messiah, forgive me.
And something flows in, leaving my soul sore amazed. I begin to understand the shepherds.
Then, I taste Mary’s hushed bliss. And Lucy’s awe, abreast Narnia’s easternmost sea, the serene waters mantled for miles in white lilies.
“There rose a smell which Lucy found it very hard to describe; sweet—yes, but not at all sleepy or overpowering, a fresh, wild, lonely smell that seemed to get into your brain and make you feel that you could go up mountains at a run or wrestle with an elephant.
“I feel that I can’t stand much more of this,” she whispered, “yet I don’t want it to stop.”
I am 50. I am 100. I am new-born. Broken open by Story. Tenderly. Thoroughly. What a strange world, that we can take brief steps in the shoes of others. All is adventure. Wonder.
All is grace.
FRIENDS, FRIENDS . . . YOU ONLY GET ONE LIFE
*ADVENT, 2021*
THOSE WHO INTERPRET DREAMS TELL US each character reflects an aspect of ourselves. Each character walks in different shoes. Or socks. Finding commonalities with the cast of the Christmas story brings alive new recognitions within memories—in startling, healing, and fruitful ways.
Poet Mary Oliver asks:
Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?
***
Editor’s Note: This is Part III of Laurie Klein’s series Advent*ture in Asia. You can find Part I here and Part 2 here!
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I wrote this litany several years ago for the Advent devotional Waiting for the Light but decided this year that it needed some revision and updating. Please feel free to use part or all of it. Just acknowledge where you found it. Thanks. You might also like to check out this Celtic Advent Litany by John Birch
In this Advent season we await the coming of Christ
Come, Christ of love, come, We await your coming.
We await the coming of God’s revealing light,
Come, Christ of love, come, We await your coming.
We await the coming of God’s saving hope,
Come, Christ of love, come, We await your coming.
We wait the coming of God’s redeeming child,
Come, Christ of love, come, We await your coming.
(Pause for lighting of the Advent candles)
We wait for the God of life,
We wait for the Christ of love,
We wait for the Spirit of truth.
Come down, come in and dwell among us.
We wait in patient expectation for your coming,
We wait in hope for your promises to bee fulfilled,
We wait in joy for your salvation to be fully revealed.
Come down, come in and dwell among us.
Come into our hearts that we may love you,
Come into our minds that we may know you,
Come into our lives that we may serve you.
Come down, come in and dwell among us.
(Read Scripture for the Day)
Child of promise come,
Revealer of God come,
Bringer of life come,
Come to the beaten and the battered,
To the despised and rejected,
To all in whom the divine image is still distorted.
We wait in joyful expectation.
Not for a distant emperor but for a helpless babe.
Not for a prince in a gold palace, but for a displaced and frightened refugee.
Not for a man of power, but for a vulnerable infant.
Come to those outcast like shepherds in the field.
Come to foreigners like Magi watching from afar.
Come to rich and poor, young and old, male and female.
We wait in hopeful anticipation.
Come and bless all creation with your love,
Bring salvation on the earth,
Rule with justice and in peace.
Come Child of promise, open the windows of our hearts
Come Christ of compassion, open the doors of our homes
Come Prince of Peace, open the pathways to our lives
We wait with all the peoples of the earth,
Child of hope we welcome your coming,
Christ of life we welcome your coming,
King of glory we welcome your coming.
Our Father who art in heaven hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come, thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread and forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us. Lead us not into temptation but deliver us from evil, for thine is the kingdom the power and the glory, for ever and ever. Amen.
Come Lord Jesus and lead the captives from their prisons,
Come Lord Jesus for in you we trust O bringer of life.
Come to bring peace in the midst of war,
Come Lord Jesus for in you we trust O bringer of life.
Come to offer comfort in the presence of mourning
Come Lord Jesus for in you we trust O bringer of life.
Come to provide abundance in the midst of hunger
Come Lord Jesus for in you we trust O bringer of life.
Come to show forth justice for those who have been oppressed
Come Lord Jesus for in you we trust O bringer of life.
Let us put on hope to guide us,
Let us put on love to surround us,
Let us put on joy to sustain us,
Let us put on peace to inspire us.
And clothe ourselves with Christ.
Amen.
Advent shoes…
I realized before our Advent retreat in November that I needed some help walking in the wonder of Advent this year…
What would help us walk into the Wonder of Advent?
Thus says the Lord:
Stand at the crossroads, and look,
and ask for the ancient paths,
where the good way lies; and walk in it,
and find rest for your souls.But they said, “We will not walk in it.”
We might need to say YES to what Jesus is up to in our lives.
We might need to get rid of the things that are blocking our paths and prohibiting our ability to walk in Wonder. Taking off anger, and hostility, frustration, busyness, comparison, perfection, etc.
We might need NEW SHOES! Or even SOCKS! To help us find the WONDER and rediscover the paths that lead to rest for our souls!
To actually WALK in Wonder this Advent and Christmas
I decided I needed to consider what kind of shoes I might need.
House slippers…
Running Shoes….
Party /Dress up /Dancing shoes!
Those would be shoes for celebration!
Do you need to rediscover the joy of the celebration of the birth of Jesus?
When a baby is born we celebrate!
We offer congratulations to the parents and family members…
In the Nativity story people burst into songs of praise and prophecy!
Like Zechariah, Mary, and Elizabeth, not to mention the angels singing to the shepherds!
What Shoes do you Need ?
Maybe it’s a pair of hiking boots to get out there and really rediscover the old paths, the ancient ways of God on an actual trail!
Or a pair of running shoes to get you outside to discover the beauty of nature! And allow the heavens to declare the glory and wonder of God!
What about taking yourself or your family–or even your small group–outside on a clear night to look at the stars and be reminded of the Magi who followed that star so long ago, anticipating the king they would find!
Take off your Boots!
Maybe you’ve been wearing your combat boots and need to exchange them for a pair of fluffy or comfy slippers…
We all have battles we are fighting, and have been fighting, in these last couple of years.
Is it time to take a break from the battles, the fight? Even Jesus took breaks!
Jesus invites us to discover the Unforced Rhythms of grace!
How would a pair of slippers help you walk in wonder this year?
Matthew 11:28-30
Are you tired? Worn out? Burned out on religion? Come to me. Get away with me and you’ll recover your life. I’ll show you how to take a real rest. Walk with me and work with me—watch how I do it. Learn the unforced rhythms of grace. I won’t lay anything heavy or ill-fitting on you. Keep company with me and you’ll learn to live freely and lightly.”Advent Wonder Socks
I decided I needed new socks!
So these are my Advent Wonder Socks!
I put them on this morning to remind me that wonder surrounds us all day long!
We just need to take time to look and pay attention!
To pause and take notice! To put on DIFFERENT SHOES OR NEW SOCKS to help us remember to WALK IN WONDER!
Even in the mess of life, there is Wonder to be found because God is here!
Jesus came into our messy world, lived as one of us in the Mess!
Gave us the Holy Spirit to be with us always, daily, in the Mess!
And Jesus came into the world in bare feet!
So maybe you need to take off your shoes and walk around barefoot each day and embrace the wonder of your toes, or all the textures you feel as you walk around!
Weather permitting you could go barefoot outside!
Or imagine and consider baby feet to help you recapture the Wonder of Advent!
Jesus coming to us as a baby … the WONDER of all the innocence and beauty and mess of a newborn!
Baby Feet
So I’m considering how to recapture the Wonder … putting on my shoes and socks each day!
Taking off the shoes I don’t need!
Walking in NEW LIFE, seeking the paths that bring me REST!
Considering Emmanuel
The Wonder of God with us! In Bare Feet!
The Wonder and Adventure even in the messiness of 2021…
Even in a pandemic that keeps going!
Putting on my Wonder Socks and Walking in Wonder in the midst of it all! AMEN!
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by Laurie Klein
We are all baked from the same clay. —Old Dutch proverb
*ADVENT, 2000: THAILAND*
Did I mention I hate red dirt? Scientists tell us that dirt, no matter its color, is devoid of life. Dust, however, teems with mites. And garden loam? Fill two hands with healthy soil and you hold more living organisms than the planet’s entire population.
Am I teeming with possibility? Not in this village setting. So many unknowns erode my hopes. Faced with a headwind, I’ll crumble.
The show must go on
Daily, EYC rehearses his program. Nightly, I wash his choir’s white gloves. I have performed as well as directed casts in multiple art forms and venues. Now I’m the laundress. Socks and gloves, socks and gloves.
Shame elbows ego. Chagrined, I ask for prayer.
“We love you,” teammates say. “All is grace,” the Advocate adds. “Nothing to earn or prove.”
I try to absorb this. An image from Isaiah rises: Jesus, as “a root out of dry ground . . . a tender plant” —despite the unlikely place he was planted. Born into poverty, peril, and obscurity, the messiah not only survived, he flourished with scant encouragement. Despite limited resources and religious and political hazards.
I’m weary and sad. I feel less forsaken, but still displaced.
I begin to fathom “no room in the inn.”
“Uncle”
And then an idea knocks at my door. EYC prefers working with the Advocate. Fine. I will create a life-size creche.
Using abandoned scrap lumber, a teammate frames in a roofline and walls. He guy-wires the makeshift stable to one side of the Advocate’s house.
A Lost and Found pillowcase crammed with straw and mounted atop upended bricks makes a fine swine. “Marry a man who loves a pig,” the local grannies advise.
This creche—my brainchild—will be awesome. And culturally relevant. Or I’ll eat my socks.
Ideas cascade. Orphaned tube socks become winsome doves, with stray-button eyes and cardboard beaks.
If I can find black gloves, I’ll stuff them with sand, whimsically whisker them with dental floss: two worshipful rats, plump from gleaning harvested rice.
Oh, it is joy-pure-joy repurposing castoffs!
Surrounded by palm fronds, stick-figures with coconut heads stand in for the holy family. They wear two of the traditional costumes sewn by the woman I met in the clearing.
Curious, bedazzled, the village kids handle everything. In their delight, they topple my birds and beasts and figures. Best to zip-tie and guy-wire all of them to the stable. The props, not the children.
Finally, something I can control. Here is the tender shoot amid long, hard days.
I begin to understand Mary, who sheltered the growing child under her heart.
Showtime
The party lasts all day. Guests keep arriving. Western games, prizes, and snickerdoodles intrigue them. Thai entrees satisfy hunger.
The program begins at dusk, lit by a rented light tree. The novelty draws people closer.
During the open mic session, the temperature drops. A shivering kid lights a fire. Others heave armloads of straw, willy-nilly. The blaze widens. What are they thinking? I corral two youngsters, steer them toward safety. More little arsonists take their place.
Why don’t my teammates intervene? Smoke billows. Flames leap. The blaze spreads, scorching the patchy, red dirt yard.
But the sign language choir with gloves captivates the crowd. Rapt, they applaud, oblivious to encroaching fire. (To be continued . . .)
FRIENDS, FRIENDS . . . THIS IS HARD GROUND
*ADVENT, 2021*
CHRISTMAS BECKONS, BUT THE PANDEMIC CONTINUES TO ROAR, wreaking unspeakable grief and suffering, worldwide. Parents and workers grapple with burnout. Myriad venues remain closed. Countless talents and giftings languish. Fears multiply, fanned by fiery partisan rhetoric.
Is it Advent? Already we feel spent. Uprooted. Displaced. Perhaps, alienated.
Gaze inward. The heart is a house with many rooms. The patchy yard surrounding it may resemble a desert: spiritual hardpan, lifeless dirt. How might we cede control, trust Christ to restore the desolate?
How might God be calling us to press onward and upward, through hardscrabble ground?
***
Editor’s Note: This is part II of Laurie Klein’s Advent*ture in Asia Series. You can find Part I here. Stay tuned for part III!
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