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Good Morning Digital Neighbors! Happy Sunday Phamily & Misfits, Friends & Refugees, Early Birds and Later Dayers, Conversants and Lurkers, ADD Irregulars, WSN Curators, and all you other free thinkers! Even if you aren’t a person of faith, what are your first thoughts or aspirations of the day? I know for some it is either their pilgrimage to the coffee maker or the toilet, but apart from those habitual activities what are among the first thoughts as the day unfolds. I imagine that for many it is wondering or recalling what they must do. Parents would be one of the exceptions, especially with infants and toddlers as their life centers upon parental care. Busy or not, what are your first thoughts or intentional acts?

In Catho-landia, there has been an ancient practice of the Morning Offering to begin your day. For years mine was in the bathroom and when the smart phone came along, I recorded it so I can pray long with myself. It is a simple practice and habit to start my day with the same desires and intentions. If you don’t have one, consider some prayer, quote or saying to become your morning focus. It can have a real impact on moving your day and attitude in the right direction. Here is the first part of my Morning Offering, enjoy!

My Morning Offering
I arise today through a mighty strength, the invocation of the Trinity, through a belief in the Threeness, through a confession of the Oneness of the Creator of Creation.
I arise today through God’s strength to pilot me, God’s might to uphold me, God’s wisdom to guide me, God’s eye to look before me, God’s ear to hear me, God’s word to speak for me, God’s hand to guard me, God’s way to lie before me, God’s shield to protect me, God’s host to save me: from snares of devils, from temptations of vices, from everyone who shall wish me ill, afar and near, alone or in a multitude.
I arise today through a mighty strength, the invocation of the Trinity, through a belief in the Threeness, through a confession of the Oneness of the Creator of Creation.

Dedication to Jesus
May I have the eyes of Christ that I might see with His clarity and insight. May I have the ears of Christ that I might listen with His compassion and understanding. May I have the mouth of Christ that I might speak with His honesty and integrity. May I have the hands of Christ that I might touch with His healing and presence. May I have the mind of Christ that I might choose and act with His wisdom and awareness. May I have the Heart of Christ that I might love with his courage and humility.

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The Proud Minister

One day there came into the Garden a man in torn clothes badly bruised and cut, who said to the Lover, “In the name of the Beloved I demand your help.”

So the Lover and the Disciple let him in and dressed his wounds and prepared the best of the vegetables from the Garden for him to eat.  When his wounds had been dressed and he had eaten and rested the Lover asked him how he had fallen into this plight, to which the man replied, “I was Minister of the Beloved in a city near this place, where I preached His gospel and expounded His doctrine to the people. I pointed out to them how their sins had made them wholly hateful to the Beloved and how therefore they were utterly beyond the range of His love and He would condemn them to eternal torments, whereon some fell into despair and wept bitterly but many were angry.  One day the magistrates called me before them and begged me to leave the city and preach elsewhere for they said I had made many people so angry and desperate that they feared there might be a riot and they might not be able to protect me but that I might suffer some injury.  I, however, very zealous for the Beloved and believing that the magistrates only feared that their own sins might be proclaimed, preached the more vehemently, denounced the magistrates and made it abundantly clear that the whole wicked city was foredoomed to eternal punishment by the just provision of the Beloved.  Whereon a mob, stirred up no doubt by the corrupt and venal magistrates, fell upon me with sticks and stones, nearly killing me and driving me out of the city in the state in which I came to you.”

“My friend,” said the Lover, “this was not a good deed of yours, for besides denying the unfathomable compassion of the Beloved, you have by your obstinacy caused these people to commit a grievous sin, and this cannot be pleasing to the Beloved, that through you who profess to be His minister the people should become worse.  Surely you remember that He Himself said, ‘If they persecute you in one city flee to another.’”

Therefore the man was very angry, and cursing the Lover, said, “I see that I have had a very false report of you and I do not believe that you are a servant of the Beloved at all.  When I came to you so injured for the Beloved’s sake you set before me only herbs and fruits although the garden is full of birds which you could have killed to make me a worthy meal.  I shall proclaim everywhere that you are no true servant of the Beloved but a mere falterer who dares not suffer in the cause of the Beloved.  Be sure that you are foreordained to eternal torments who suffer nothing here.”

For the man was so blinded by his own pride that he could not perceive the scars on the hands and feet and the brows of the Lover nor how the cloth beneath the armpits of his tunic was dyed with a red dye.  So he went out of the Garden cursing and shouting.

But the Lover looked sad and said, “A man like this does much harm to the cause of the Beloved, for by thus speaking falsely about the Beloved he may bring men to fear Him but none to love Him, and by love alone can any man approach the Beloved.”

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