Russellings of the Spirit

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  • Cross IN? Or Cross OUT?

    One of the most cherished gifts I received when I graduated from seminary was a cross on a chain. It was a gift from my wife. It is quite an attractive cross, actually. It has a silver backing piece with… Continue reading

  • HOW GREAT THOU ART!

     “When I look at your heavens, the work of your fingers,     the moon and the stars that you have established;  what are human beings that you are mindful of them,     mortals that you care for them?” Psalm 8:3-4, NRSV  … Continue reading

  • “Easier Said Than Done”

    Try as I might, I have to confess that there are several categories of people I really have a hard time extending Christ’s love toward. Some of those categories include: people who are deliberately mean… people who see only the… Continue reading

  • Things Fall Apart

    Things fall apart. Besides being the title of the epic 1958 novel written by Nigerian author Chinua Achebe, this statement is one of those pesky immutable truths about life. “Fallingapartness” just seems to be a characteristic that is hard-wired into… Continue reading

  • preaching 911

    The year 2011 was the last time September 11 fell on a Sunday. First, perhaps because it was the 10th anniversary of the 9/11 terrorist attacks and second, perhaps because it was my first year in a new church, I… Continue reading

  • Pencil

    This one is for the daughter Of the sister Of the man who Oversees the operation Of the pressing machine That squeezes the two slabs of wood Together Around the dowel rod of black graphite At the pencil factory Where… Continue reading

  • FORGETTING

    Do you ever forget things? I certainly do. I forget small things, big things, and things of an intermediate size. In the realm of forgetfulness I do not discriminate. I can say with confidence that no matter who you are… Continue reading

  • Those chores!

    “Rusty! Have you done your chores yet?!” I can still hear my mother’s voice asking that bothersome question today… 46 years after she left us. Because usually the answer was “No, mom.” Followed by the intentionally vague, yet somewhat promising-sounding,… Continue reading

  • Thank you, Mrs. Duncan

    This morning, while sitting at a red stoplight waiting for it to turn green, I stole a quick glance to my right. A largish commercial panel truck had pulled into the lane beside me and I was curious to discover… Continue reading

  • Connections

    A couple of weeks ago I was in the midtown Kansas City area with a friend. It was evening. We had just attended an event together and were on our way home. Suddenly he noticed that his car was low… Continue reading