Have you ever shared your personal spiritual journey in words or pictures? What does your faith look like when no one is watching? Do you have a favorite prayer or blessing? How do you imagine God? Do you consider yourself spiritual but not religious?
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Diana Butler Bass is the author of seven books on the history and practice of Christianity, including "Christianity for the Rest of Us," a study of mainline Protestantism and "A People's History of Christianity." She writes for The Huffington Post and Beliefnet and frequently comments in the media about American religion. She is a practicing Christian (an Episcopalian) and takes as her motto Jesus's words, "Love God and love your neighbor as yourself. Do this and you will live."
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omidsafi
Omid Safi is the author of Memories of Muhammad: Why the Prophet Matters (HarperOne 2009). Memories of Muhammad provides a new biography of the Prophet of Islam as the role model for millions of modern Muslims. In this new biography, Omid Safi, a rising scholar of Islam, presents a
portrait of Muhammad that reveals his centrality in the devotions of modern Muslims around the world. Covering such hot button issues such as the spread of Islam, holy wars, the role of women, the significance of Jerusalem, tensions with Jews and Christians, wahabbi Islam, and the role of cyberspace in the evolution of the religion, Memories of Muhammad presents Muhammad as a lens through which to present the unfolding of both Islamic history and Islamic religion.
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Randall_Balmer
Randall Balmer is an Episcopal priest and professor of American religious history at Barnard College, Columbia University. He is editor-at-large for Christianity Today, and his commentaries on religion in America have appeared in Sojourners, The Nation, the New York Times, and in newspapers across the country. He is author of numerous books, including God in the White House: A History How Faith Shaped the Presidency from John F. Kennedy to George W. Bush. He lives in Woodbury, Connecticut with his wife Catherine Randall, who is also a professor and an author.
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Zully
"This is my simple religion. There is no need for temples; no need for complicated philosophy. Our own brain, our own heart is our temple; the philosophy is kindness." -Dalai Lama
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Raphael5
Lord, make me an instrument of your peace,
Where there is hatred, let me sow love;
where there is injury, pardon;
where there is doubt, faith;
where there is despair, hope;
where there is darkness, light;
where there is sadness, joy;
O Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console;
to be understood as to understand;
to be loved as to love.
For it is in giving that we receive;
it is in pardoning that we are pardoned;
and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.~St. Francis of Assisi
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SharonF
"O may we be still and seek Him..." I love this lyric from a favorite hymn in the Christian Science hymnal.
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zen_parent
?"Each of you is perfect the way you are . . . and you can use a little improvement." - Shunryu Suzuki
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tmac
For me, it is better to grasp the Universe as it really is than to persist in delusion, however satisfying and reassuring. - Carl Sagan
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Narrow is the way that leads to life. JESUS CHRIST
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Charmaine
"In Christ there is no distinction between Greek and Jew, circumcision or uncircumcision, barbarian, Scythian, slave or free, Democrat or Republican...." Paraphrase of Colossians 3:11
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Vincel
What If God Could Speak?
Would he whisper to my ear in the middle of the night? Would it seep to my conscience and manifest as a dream? Or would he accompany my morning ritual of coffee and paper? Sometimes, I take God for granted, only to ask him something when I need divine guidance. I have days where I beg him to speak. Real words…English words even. As if I could take my blind faith no more: as if without a sign of miracle his existence would vanish; I can see him now, less divine and more like a character from a George Burns film, or Morgan Freeman even…Is that what it takes, a miracle?
Let me imagine for a moment that I can remember a miracle, the miracle of birth, my own birth. The warmth of fluids in my mother’s belly; the sound of her voice, like hearing through another room, otherworldly; the pressure of Dad’s hand cupping her tummy, my baby-fisted response to poke out to say “I’m here”. The delivery: Sharps Hospital, San Diego, the spring of 63. The sounds of mother’s pain, it would not be the last, pushing…pushing… pushing me through her cannel to birth, all of that pressure on my head, someone touching my feet, it tickles, it’s cold, the pressure slowly passing my body and head as I become encapsulated by my new world and experience my first breath of air, the voices, clearer now, but distinctly Mother’s above the rest, and then my first taste of mother’s milk.
All of this makes me wonder…Is something less miraculous if it happens all the time? It shouldn’t be…Right? I mean…I get it, OK? A lot of people say that the world around us is a miracle. But what would it be like to live every breathing second of my life as if it were a miracle…Is it even possible? I mean…I have a wife and kids and a dog and church and a job and bills and Boy Scouts and Brownies and Little League practice and soccer practice and HOA meetings and work travel to: WA-OR-UT-KS-NE-WY-CO-ID-ND-SD-MT and extended family and daily vitamins and driving and volunteering and golf and date night and a variety of additional things that would cover several pages…And it still begs the question: Is it even possible to live each and every second cognizant of God’s miracle? Is it possible that God is really demonstrating his miracle on me every second of my day unnoticed by my ignorance? Every molecule of air that I breath, every blade of grass, cloud, particle, pine needle, leaf, living-breathing thing is all part of God’s miracle. Are my humanly receptors so desensitized from years upon years of miracle activity that all of His miracles are mundane?
I pray to you now…God…I know you are with me…Right? I know you hear me…Right? I know even your most faithful had doubts at the supper…Right? Mother Teresa had doubts…so it seems…Right? Part of your glory is allowing me to make my choice…Right? To be forgiven and forgive, to follow light, to inhale air, to make my own mistakes, to give and be giving, to serve, to be the husband, the father, the friend, the human being that I have been so miraculously designed to be and to be it in my fullest. So where does this leave me now on my Sunday morning reflection? Has it become an Ode to God? Or, is it less divine and more about me, just simply another one of my self-absorbed, confessionals?
As I sit in the office of my house looking due-west, out the window I see the Olympics. And there, across the street are a few acres of undeveloped land, a buck stops, startled, to look towards my house. Too steep to build on in Washington I’m told.
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lobo
Let your light so shine before men (and others), that they (all people) may see your good works, and glorify your Father which is in heaven.
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