"Unite yourself to the cosmos, and the thought of transcendence will disappear. Transcendence belongs to the profane world. When all trace of transcendence vanishes, the true person - the Divine Being - is manifest. Empty yourself and let the Divine function."
from Art of Peace



My Shakespeare reading group reads his sonnets between plays. Our leader thinks that helps us clean our mind for the next play. Sonnet 30, when I read it immediately made me think of my yearning for Mom and Dad. I especially like the line "For precious friends hid in death's dateless night". I wish I could evoke emotion with such simple words. Click HERE to retrieve a video of some actor reading the poem.

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When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste:
Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow,
For precious friends hid in death's dateless night,
And weep afresh love's long since cancell'd woe,
And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight:
Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,
And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er
The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan,
Which I new pay as if not paid before.
But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,
All losses are restored and sorrows end

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In my mind I HATE poetry but when I read most poems I find my soul deeply moved. I even liked a poem by Percy Shelley that I read by accident recently.

Sunday our Outreach Minister preached the sermon for our Praise service. Tammy always seems to talk directly to something that is troubling my mind. I had recently discovered I could make videos with my iphone so I recorded her talk. Unfortunately I forgot the default setting is for short videos so I only recorded her opening prayer. I immediately reset the video mode to record longer. That video is almost 18 minutes and is almost her whole sermon. You may need earphone to hear it better.

Tammy's opening prayer is HERE. The main body of the sermon taken derived from Isaiah and Luke is HERE.

We had lunch with my brother and his wife at "The Potato Patch" today. The four of us are quite amazed we are as old as we are. We got to reminiscing about some of our goofy misadventures. I suspect all that prevents repeats of the same lunacy is the sure and certain knowledge that we would hurt for days afterward. On the way home I stopped at Costco to buy a 25 pound bag of cheap dry adult cat food. When I lifted it to my shoulder to carry it into the house I felt a "tearing" along my left ribcage and hip. Now I feel hobbled and very anxious. Mayhaps the morn will bring sweet surcrease. I am going to take a couple of ibuprofen and collapse onto my recliner.

12/10: Dear God, give us servant hearts that work for the love and glory of you alone. Amen. 12/11: Gracious Lord, even when we are aware of life's struggles during the holidays, may we find that they are indeed holy days. Let nothing distract us from the joy that the Incarnation brings. In Jesus' name. Amen. 12/12: God of all compassion, thank you that we are being transformed into your likeness with ever-increasing glory. Amen. The prayers are from the Upper Room. For your own free E-Mail Devotional visit : http://devotional.upperroom.org/ and click on the link "Other Ways to Receive the Daily Devotional"

"No sinner is ever saved after the first twenty minutes of a sermon."
Mark Twain

SGGP

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