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Tough, or centered?

The fact that you’re afraid of it doesn’t mean it exists. If you stand in a brightly-lit room, and look into a dark room, you won’t be able to see what’s really in there. You will see, instead, whatever you imagine; if you choose to be afraid, you’ll see things to be afraid of. And the more afraid you become of them, or alternatively the more you hate them, the more vivid the images become, the more real they appear — even though they don’t exist at all. This is the bogeyma

Some weeks ago, I stood in line awaiting check-in at the shelter. This place charges $3 a night. I was holding my money in my hand, and someone playfully tugged at it. I snapped. I said, “You don’t value your life much, do you?” Minutes later, I explained this to someone else. I said, “Don’t take a man’s last dollar.” “Why not?” he asked. I said, ” ‘Cause that’s the one he’ll die for. That’s the one he’ll kill for.” Don’t take my last dollar. That’s the one I’ll kill for. I’v

The last straw for certain things came with a Baltimore Sun front page banner headline: I anticipate no response from Julia Craven, Jenee Desmond-Harris, Ta-Nehisi Coates, Stacey Patton, or Brittney Cooper.[*] What was the last straw? In short, it’s time for me to stop concerning myself with racism and race. All my life, I’ve been intensely concerned about both. Countless hours have gone into agonizing over any possible solution. One version of my conclusion is, there is non

In recent weeks it has been a matter of some chagrin to me that my Yahoo! News feed keeps bringing articles from major outlets that prove in my estimation to have far less merit than my own; while my own work continues to be ignored.

“Embracing what is,” a four-part series: • As seen on TV: The new, improved hubris • Belief: The unforgivable sin • Rationalism cannot save us. • Hell has an exit.

John 9:1-3: 1As he walked along, he saw a man blind from birth. 2His disciples asked him, “Rabbi, who sinned, this man or his parents, that he was born blind?” 3Jesus answered, “Neither this man nor his parents sinned; he was born blind so that God’s works might be revealed in him.” The disciples want to place blame. Their posture can be referred to as fault-finding, judgment and condemnation. Jesus calls attention to the opportunity to heal, to do good, to make a beginning.

On Friday, July 25, I emerged from my devotional time exceptionally centered, and I stayed that way for hours. Nothing like this has happened to me before. It raised a number of new questions and resurrected many old ones. I am currently puzzling over the relationships among centeredness, happiness and presence. I have mentioned centeredness once before. As far as I know, neither Ambrose Worrall nor Emmet Fox ever discusses centeredness directly; it may be that, for them,

In many cases, you can strip away the fictions surrounding a legendary figure, and discover the historical original. For example, there probably was a King Arthur. Troy was a real place, and the Trojan War a real event. Achilles, Odysseus and Agamemnon were probably real people. What about the Jesus of the Bible?

We need to find ways to bring them back into the fold.

Courage and despair hang in the balance for a homeless radio talk jock wannabe.

Here is the third chapter of The Way of Peace. The first two chapters appeared Friday and yesterday. APPLICATION We are considering the human being as having, so to speak, three intimately interconnected “bodies:” (a) a material, physical body of flesh, that engages in behavior and acts on other material objects; (b) a body that thinks, is composed of and acts on ideas (ideation), which we may call the “mind;” and (c) a body of emotions, or feelings or “affects” (all the sam

Here is the second portion of the book The Way of Peace, the first portion of which appeared yesterday. ———— ♦ ———— MEDITATION Meditation is not the whole of the Way, any more than flour is the whole of cookies. If you want cookies, you must also have butter, sugar, and perhaps eggs, in addition to flour. Flour is essential, however. Likewise as to the Way, meditation is so essential, as to move me to say this: if you have any interest in learning the Way, and do not now have

In 2010, I set out to write a little book that would set forth exactly what I believe Jesus really taught. I entitled it The Way of Peace. Here is the first section of that text, entitled “ABOUT THIS BOOK.” ———— ♦ ———— Matthew 11:28-30: Jesus said, Come to me, all ye who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me; … and ye shall find rest unto your souls. For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light. All my life, I have been co

Some news sites cracking down on over-the-top comments • Obama suggests sense of powerlessness in confronting the world’s evils • Scary people downtown • An angry young man, and divine intervention

Thursday, May 1, 2014. For several days, I’ve sought a sign as to whether presence is, indeed, the way to go. No answer could be clearer than my experience this afternoon.

This is the third of three posts about entitlement: 04/19 – “Entitlement(s): Attitude and policy” 04/26 – “How I became homeless” Today – “When needs are met” I have no trouble sharing my candy, when I have plenty. Jim Snyder even offers people cigarettes, when he has plenty. When needs are met, one becomes generous. Until needs are met, one will be selfish. And it’s a good thing: I got in the fix I’m in via decades of trying to be unselfish, and I need to reverse that now.

(Originally published 09/06/13 at Trojan Horse Productions. Reblogged 07/13/17.) I keep telling them not to let guys sit on the bench in the shower buck naked. They don’t listen. So again, Friday night 08/30/13, when I went to put my stuff on the bench, here was this heavy brown smudge. I carefully avoided it, but I told the peacekeeper, Philip, since he has access to gloves, rags and bleach, and I don’t. He was texting. When I came out of the shower to dry off and dress,