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Embarking Blog

...on the journey towards restoration of all things

Order Matters

Tom Elenbaas

Honestly, this has radical implications for the praxis of our faith. It would mean doing some of the things Jesus did - like eating with tax collectors, drunkards, and sinners - and being accused of being one due to common company. It would mean being willing to lay our reputation on the line because we helped a brother or sister belong that our communities of faith are scared of. 

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For Glory

Tom Elenbaas

I wonder... if we thought that everything - even pain and suffering - were somehow to bring glory to the Father, how that would change our approach to life? I wonder what it would look like to truly trust the Father enough that even if I see nothing come of it my lifetime within my limited view, that I would still be able to trust him with the gift of suffering for his sake?

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from Ode: Intimations of Immortality

Tom Elenbaas

From Wordsworth:

...The rainbow comes and goes,      10
And lovely is the rose;     
The moon doth with delight     
Look round her when the heavens are bare;     
Waters on a starry night     
Are beautiful and fair;      15
The sunshine is a glorious birth;     
But yet I know, where'er I go,     
That there hath pass'd away a glory from the earth...

The innocent brightness of a new-born Day     
            Is lovely yet;     200
The clouds that gather round the setting sun     
Do take a sober colouring from an eye     
That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality;     
Another race hath been, and other palms are won.     
Thanks to the human heart by which we live,     205
Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears,     
To me the meanest flower that blows can give     
Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.


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