Saturday, March 10, 2007

The new lent adventure guides are on line!

Check out the Lent Adventure Blog for the latest Adventure Guide!

DARE TO BELIEVE (Stonehill/Kilpatrick)
I admit my faith is small and I’m easily distracted
My imitation of myself is poorly overacted
And the mirror shows the lines upon my face
I get to wondering if I’m one more hopeless case
It’s just so hard to wrap my heart and mind around,
This thing called grace (you’ve got to)


Turn off your television, shut off the radio
Listen to your own heart beating
Listen to the wind blow and
Feel the sun on your face
Fell the tears in your eyes and
Dare to believe that Jesus loves you
Dare to believe He really loves you

At times I think my prayers are some kind of delusion
And even if God’s listening, my words are an intrusion
My failures make up such a lengthy list
I think of all the chances I have missed
This penchant for self-loathing is a hard one to resist

It’s as easy and as hard as this
To accept that Love is living and real
You’ve got to step out off the edge into the great unknown
If you want to fell God’s hand beneath your heel

Saturday, March 03, 2007

Great Poem from the Writers Almanac

Poem: "The Invention of Fractions" by Jessica Goodfellow, from A Pilgrim's Guide to Chaos in the Heartland. © Concrete Wolf Chapbook Series.

The Invention of Fractions

God himself made the whole numbers: everything else
is the work of man.
—Leopold Kronnecker

God created the whole numbers:
the first born, the seventh seal,
Ten Commandments etched in stone,
the Twelve Tribes of Israel —
Ten we've already lost —
forty days and forty nights,
Saul's ten thousand and David's ten thousand.
'Be of one heart and one mind' —
the whole numbers, the counting numbers.

It took humankind to need less than this;
to invent fractions, percentages, decimals.
Only humankind could need the concepts
of splintering and dividing,
of things lost or broken,
of settling for the part instead of the whole.

Only humankind could find the whole numbers,
infinite as they are, to be wanting;
though given a limitless supply,
we still had no way
to measure what we keep
in our many-chambered hearts.