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Bad Business

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"He' s just bad busines."

That's how the step-mother had put it. Parents' divorce had come in his grade 11. Dad kept up the accounting job. Tried to work double-time to see the boy into college.

Step-mother had worked as a realtor in the same office tower. Also a divorcee. Kenny often wondered whether it was truly love or just loneliness. Mom had moved to the coast and fresh air with a new teaching opportunity. Still no significant other in her life, but that was OK. She had her friends, career and an end to the dreadful uncertainty of Dad's drinking habits and spending sprees.

Kenny had lasted the first two years of college at home, but it was far from workable. He took the excuse of some special courses to justify a move to another campus at some distance. Got his degree with mediocre results, in spite of his own drinking debacle and a succession of inappropriate girlfriends. A unique friendship with a graduate student tutorial aid got him inside the front…

Sparrows and Swallows

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Psalm 84:
3 Yea, the sparrow hath found an house, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, even thine altars, O Lord of hosts, my King, and my God.

4 Blessed are they that dwell in thy house: they will be still praising thee. Selah.

I have always taken delight in the images of this Psalm. The House of God is not a place for greatness and pomp; rather for the simple and contented. Little creatures doing what they were made to do, and happily so. The sparrow communes in playful chatter and hops around in search of the food at hand. The swallow seems a more isolated creature with breathtaking flight patterns plucking the insects a hazardous two inches from the water's surface at tremendous speed. She also plasters a miraculous nest on perpendicular walls and corners with no apparent under-support.
The Temple is safe for their kind and safe for their youngsters. There is almost a child-like air to everything; and indeed the messages of the place are intended for …

Compassion's Target

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I am down
With the doubting and dirty
I am here
With the broken and pained.
I am still
Bearing hope to the hopeless.
That the loss
Will be more than re-gained.
For I bring
Not my own faltering mercy.
Since I know
It alone won’t suffice.

But I come
With the heart of the Saviour.
Friend, I come
In the power of Christ.
I have prayed
For the right kind of comfort.
I have bound
All the naggings of Hell.
Jesus, come,
You know all this friend’s burden.
Saviour, come,
You do everything well.



He's My Son

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