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I am a mirror.
It boils down to this:
all the significance
I’ve longed for
is held within the simple truth
that I am a reflector.
I turn to God,
facing him in all his majesty,
to let him beam into my soul
and radiate from there
to light the world.
I must stay tuned,
sensitive to each adjustment
of my angle, knowing that
the Spirit is at work in…Continue
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Yesterday was one of those landmark birthdays, when you face again the reality of numbering your years. This time my meditations were definitely influenced by recent deaths in the families of people I care about, from young to old (7 months, 4 years, 22 years, 37 years, 94 years). And yet I am stunned at the grace that covers this privilege of being alive. Once again, I listen to my heart via my pen.
On a Thread (7-14-2012)
It’s a quick walk on a fine…Continue
Added by Linnea Boese on July 14, 2012 at 2:46pm — No Comments
Lately our translation team has been locked in what Abdoulaye (NT translator) has dubbed "ant work." We spend days, weeks, months, going over translated texts -- copyediting, reviewing, revising, proofreading -- to get to goal. It's easy to get lost in the details. A friend brought up the truth that some people are antlike,…Continue
Added by Linnea Boese on June 26, 2012 at 2:00pm — No Comments
It's been a series of months of intense work, of deep joys, of difficult tangles. Yes, the stress count was pretty high. So Glenn and I have taken a few days of rest in Abidjan, eight hours by road from home in Ferke. We stay with missionary friends who share their home with us, a courtyard in a suburb where few people know us. And this time we even took three days at the beach. We will soon be celebrating our 39th anniversary and both of our birthdays; this was our party.
Added by Linnea Boese on June 1, 2012 at 11:00am — No Comments
This morning, having loaned out our vehicle, Glenn and I stayed home from village church and listened to a podcast by Tim Keller:http://sermons2.redeemer.com/sermons/justice) The Lord has been teaching us many things about living for him lately, and it seems that most of them are about truly caring for others. This was yet another step on that journey. After listening, we prayed. Ironically…
Added by Linnea Boese on April 15, 2012 at 10:00am — No Comments
Ahhhh . . . Africa!
salt waves pummeling your beaches
high winds whipping up the sand
rainstorms thundering on tin roofs
sunbeams bouncing off flat land
bulbuls signalling the sunrise
lean dogs howling to the moon
bat calls beeping in the darkness
cattle moaning at high noon
hand plows scooping out a corn field
pestels pounding grain to flour
axes felling scrub and forests
An American friend asked me what would have been the most foreign aspect of our Christmas celebration this year. I was hard pressed to answer: the all-night Christmas Eve service? the all-night dancing? the miracles shared in the testimonies? eating on the benches and the floor? freezing in 57 degree weather? the way baptisms are applauded through singing and dance? the plastic mug we all share for communion? the “poyoyo” celebration dance of all that God has done for us this…Continue
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I have just opened up my book,
turned the first pages, relaxed,
when the “ko ko” sounds behind me
and there is yet another
person at the door for me.
This one, fatherless, wants funds
to go to school, to buy his books,
and prayer to help him through.
I turn to find distraction in the kitchen.
This is my day of rest, sabbat,
my Saturday when patterns change
and life can take a different…Continue
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I grew up strong
prouder than any tree
in my domain
bird on the branch,
to any noise,
to any move,
to whirl and
see what’s there,
ready to leap,
red eyes probing
my heart is poised
on its own perch,
ready to fly
or lift a prayer,
to see the truth
hidden in shade,
ears wide open
to hear the Voice
and trust the Breath,
ready to wait
Added by Linnea Boese on February 5, 2011 at 10:59am — No Comments
I admit that I no longer enjoy fireworks, or even firecrackers. A tire explodes at a mechanic’s shop in our neighborhood, and I startle. These harmless sounds are now tied to the blast of a mortar shell flying overhead, to danger.
We are hearing some fireworks from time to time (holiday fireworks), but so far, the gunshots are in the southern part of the country.
Eight years ago, in September, we went through eight days of “siege” – really, of hiding out,…Continue
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I’m only dustmusty soil…
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