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By Melodious Monk A sacrifice is not, as so many people imagine, a mortification; it is not something that is meritorious according to its degree of unpleasantness; on the contrary, in real sacrifice, there is a joy which surpasses all … Continue reading →

Fr. Benedict Groeschel passed away last Friday, October 3. We offer our condolences as we continue to admire the legacy and life of this great man. Fr. Groeschel was kind enough to recommend one of our Christmas books back in … Continue reading →

October 8 Echoes of Eternity But exhort one another daily while it is called “Today”; lest any of you be hardened through the deceitfulness of sin. Hebrews 3:13 The breaking must continue. The hardness is not all gone. A soft … Continue reading →

Lessons at the Keyboard http://www.communityofjesus.org/?p=4087909 Lessons at the Keyboardwww.communityofjesus.orgBy Renaissance Girl Someone sent me an email on Saturday night that made me angry. On an impulse, I sat down and sent them an angry email right back! I knew I … Continue reading →

By Renaissance Girl Someone sent me an email on Saturday night that made me angry. On an impulse, I sat down and sent them an angry email right back! I knew I would regret giving in to the temporary relief … Continue reading →

October is National Bullying Prevention Month! 30% OFF Stop Bullying with Mike Hall this month. http://www.paracletepress.com/stop-bullying-with-mike-hall-dvd.html Join Mike Hall, a former victim of bullying himself and now a nationally sought-after expert in the field, as he explains The Bully, The … Continue reading →

October 7 Echoes of Eternity And being in Bethany in the house of Simon the leper, as He sat at meat, there came a woman having an alabaster box of ointment of spikenard very precious; and she brake the box, … Continue reading →

October 7 Echoes of Eternity And being in Bethany in the house of Simon the leper, as He sat at meat, there came a woman having an alabaster box of ointment of spikenard very precious; and she brake the box, … Continue reading →

Song of Songs: Camphire, saffron scents― cedar beams, rafters of fir: let day and the air in the room where time has been. ― A poem from The Sea Sleeps, by Greg Miller