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Lydia Tan
Quarter of a century
a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes

lydiatan84@yahoo.com.sg

.It is well with my soul.



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Thursday, January 29, 2009
statistics 101

A copy of the results of a survey done
by LifeWay Research polled 1402 unchurched adults
(defined as people not going to church in the last six months)
and found some interesting responses.

What conclusions do you draw from these responses?
71% think believing in Jesus makes a positive difference in a person's life.
72% believe that God actually exists.
72% say the church is full of hypocrites.
79% say Christianity today is more about organized religion than about loving people.
86% say I believe I can have a good relationship with God without belonging to a church.


Arthur Farnsley, administrator of the Society for the Scientific
Study of Religion interprets it this way, "Is there a workshop for
churches in being less annoying, less hypocritical?"


Key thought: If Jesus is so attractive to the majority of the unchurched, how can the church become more and more like Jesus?



Hint = It begins with you and me.


Taken from Right from the heart,daily devotions.




If only we could grow ever more united in common prayer around Christ despite our differences, we will grow in the awareness of how little divides us in comparison to what unites us.


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Sunday, January 11, 2009
The Reed

Its stem nest
into the silhoutte
of a pregnant form
causing bruises to bloom
in the nape of its back

Worn with wear
weighed down by time
the memory of storms gone by
straddle its skin
until the peak of its blade
darkens the soil with its image

It is then the gardener
touches the single vein
running along
the arch of its back
and as he does so
it is as if a feather
finds eternal rest
in a tender breath of wind

He lays the back of his hand
under the tip of the reed
until his flesh communes with the earth
As the reed leans toward
the flesh of his palm
his other hand
forges a shell around its body

A breeze leaks through
the lattice of his fingers
causing the reed to sway
and all the while
the hands of the gardener
shelter the reed
from the full force of the wind
and the reed remains unbroken




2003 Claudia R.May


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