<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895933445626747565</id><updated>2024-09-08T07:06:30.435-07:00</updated><category term="Christian spirituality"/><category term="character formation"/><category term="love"/><category term="refresh"/><category term="silence"/><category term="solitude"/><category term="rest"/><category term="spiritual disciplines"/><category term="love of God"/><category term="April 09"/><category term="passion"/><category term="devotion"/><category term="time"/><category term="Retreat description"/><category term="resistance"/><category term="Bible"/><category term="St. Anthonys"/><category term="cross"/><category term="prayer"/><category term="willard"/><category term="worship"/><category term="call"/><category term="contemplation"/><category term="journaling"/><category term="longings"/><category term="purpose in life"/><category term="stations of the Cross"/><category term="statues"/><category term="testimonies"/><category term="Betsy"/><category term="Holy Spirit"/><category term="Nov 2008"/><category term="agenda"/><category term="bodies"/><category term="focus"/><category term="freedom"/><category term="fruit"/><category term="participants"/><category term="thirst for God"/><category term="transformation"/><category term="trust"/><category term="wildflowers"/><category term="word of God"/><category term="April 08"/><category term="Benner"/><category term="Facebook"/><category term="Is. 58:11"/><category term="Manning"/><category term="Merton"/><category term="Nouwen"/><category term="Puritan"/><category term="Sunrise"/><category term="awe"/><category term="blog"/><category term="chapel"/><category term="comments"/><category term="confession"/><category term="direction"/><category term="fasting"/><category term="fear"/><category term="finding God"/><category term="forgiveness"/><category term="guidance"/><category term="heart"/><category term="inner noise"/><category term="invitation"/><category term="obedience"/><category term="photo"/><category term="ps 23"/><category term="quote"/><category term="reflection"/><category term="rule of life"/><category term="scholarship"/><category term="sleep"/><category term="will of God"/><category term="you-tube"/><title type='text'>The Springs Retreat</title><subtitle type='html'>The Springs Retreat will introduce you to Christian practices designed&#xa;to help you experience God&amp;#39;s love and grace.&#xa;&#xa;Wed-Fri, April 26-29, 2017, at St. Anthony&amp;#39;s Retreat Center, Three Rivers, CA (near Fresno)   Cost: $255. 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As part of Advent, I like to contemplate the mystery of the incarnation. I am coming to understand that although we think that we&#39;d never do whatever horrible thing we heard someone else did--we really could have. Each one of us is immeasurably closer to the worst of us, than any of us are to Jesus. Ponder this for a moment--it&#39;s incredibly humbling. I prefer to think that I&#39;m more like Jesus than I&#39;m like the worst sinner, and skip over the humility involved in being human.&lt;br /&gt;
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And then consider the mystery of Jesus choosing to share in our human condition. How humbling is that! Our sin was so egregious that the Son of God Himself had to die to rescue us.&lt;br /&gt;
What miserable offenders we are.&lt;br /&gt;
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But that&#39;s not all we are. Each one of us was worth Christ&#39;s humiliation, sorrow and suffering. In the mystery of the incarnation, we also learn of our glory. Yes, we shall be glorified. We shall have glory...we shall have the approval and affirmation of the Father and we shall shine like the Morning Star.&lt;br /&gt;
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In pondering the incarnation, I am shrunk down to size, and, my value explodes. I am a &amp;nbsp;human, but I am not a mere mortal! And neither are you. Each human, each and every one of us, will live forever.&lt;br /&gt;
Thanks be to Jesus that he took on human flesh and died in order to welcome us into His home and rescue us from the fate we deserve.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am only a human. I am not God and I am not the master over anyone else--I&#39;ve only been called to master myself and the more I try, the more I realize that I&#39;m woefully incompetent at it.&lt;br /&gt;
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The hymn writer in 1734 captures her spirit beautifully and his words convict me of extent to which I have become a &quot;beautiful morning only&quot; praise person. If it&#39;s cloudy, and the sunrise is gray, all I feel like doing is complaining. I want to see the beautiful colors light up the sky.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;li class=&quot;first&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot;, verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; list-style-type: none; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;When morning gilds the skies,&lt;br /&gt;My heart awaking cries:&lt;br /&gt;May Jesus Christ be praised!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li class=&quot;first&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot;, verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; list-style-type: none; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Does sadness fill my mind?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;li class=&quot;first&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot;, verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; list-style-type: none; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;May Jesus Christ be praised!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot;, verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; list-style-type: none; margin-top: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Or fades my earthly bliss?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot;, verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; list-style-type: none; margin-top: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;My comfort still is this,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot;, verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; list-style-type: none; margin-top: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;May Jesus Christ be praised!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot;, verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; list-style-type: none; margin-top: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;The night becomes as day when from the heart we say: May Jesus Christ be praised!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot;, verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; list-style-type: none; margin-top: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;In heav’n’s eternal bliss, the loveliest strain is this, May Jesus Christ be praised!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot;, verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; list-style-type: none; margin-top: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Let earth, and sea, and sky from depth to height reply, May Jesus Christ be praised!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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That&#39;s the invitation of God to each one of us...to receive deeply the fullness of God&#39;s approval and admiration and appreciation and love for us....that we might grasp the width and length and height and depth of His love, and be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God. (Eph 3:18-19) &lt;br /&gt;
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As I look back, I realize that I didn&#39;t learn about His love for me when I was running around trying to get everything done. Knowing His love has come gently, hour by hour, watching the sunrise and letting its beauty whisper, &quot;The Lord really loves you.&quot;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespringsretreat.blogspot.com/feeds/7783299878191762336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3895933445626747565/7783299878191762336?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895933445626747565/posts/default/7783299878191762336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895933445626747565/posts/default/7783299878191762336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespringsretreat.blogspot.com/2016/11/embraced-and-loved.html' title='Embraced and Loved'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387973760120602442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVkA4ZrDB73OFDROjhXrYgZbEDS-ebfl6qLExJhohzRaktAmB13FV8nxI16ORLY8Y9C_kqN366nssX1TKEdthD-1PU_2Pbokc8oBJjsxAkoNA5zjLgKJd9bL7GvI1G4Auot-5i7eD8rDU/s72-c/2016+purple+sunrise.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895933445626747565.post-1132756651689820909</id><published>2016-11-05T00:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2016-12-20T11:46:15.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little rain</title><content type='html'>It&#39;s hard to believe that the California foothills, so brown and dead in late autumn, will blossom into a Monet soon. All it takes is just a little rain. Isaiah says that we live in a dry and sun scorched land.&lt;br /&gt;
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What acts like rain for your inner life?&lt;br /&gt;
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Sometimes we discount the value of activities that don&#39;t seem very &quot;spiritual,&quot; but what if God created us to respond to Him in a whole variety of ways, like having coffee with a friend, or walking the dog, or enjoying the beauty of the light just before sunset, or surfing, or watercoloring. What if we paid attention and valued and gave time in our week to those activities that truly nurtured our souls and let God pour down His rain on us. Would we blossom and flourish in ways we can&#39;t imagine? And if our souls were well-watered, would we come alive spiritually and find we crave the gift of solitude because it freed us to truly worship?&lt;br /&gt;
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Word of God speak, would You pour down like rain, washing my eyes to see&amp;nbsp;Your majesty&lt;/div&gt;
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To be still and know that You&#39;re in this place&lt;br /&gt;
Please let me stay and rest in Your holiness--Word of God speak&lt;/div&gt;
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I&#39;m finding myself in the midst of You&lt;br /&gt;
Beyond the music, beyond the noise&lt;br /&gt;
All that I need is to be with You&lt;br /&gt;
And in the quiet hear Your voice&lt;/div&gt;
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I&#39;m finding myself at a loss for words, and the funny thing is it&#39;s okay...&lt;/div&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespringsretreat.blogspot.com/feeds/1132756651689820909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3895933445626747565/1132756651689820909?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895933445626747565/posts/default/1132756651689820909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895933445626747565/posts/default/1132756651689820909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespringsretreat.blogspot.com/2016/11/a-little-rain.html' title='A little rain'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387973760120602442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7wpYLZuBNH0tFGHn_i8WNEIqvPGSwi658phtO6h4gR3f0xLNSAyCYN2hfocaywJVJd4hhu478ef-QxOYMYsZMSSK3LE-rPd6BbK0OmE0ZClRn6HdCcPObd9cr6nh2JRANIsbtsyau3pw/s72-c/2016+2010+04+18_Wildflowers_0930.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895933445626747565.post-1691044386861367073</id><published>2016-11-02T00:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2016-12-20T11:46:33.649-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crossing the threshold</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4hl6saLqwm5-52hDqzotj3mx0j6jiL-HBnzSLIUWV4lH8DIboCNhNKVT-bwlzTk5ikbN6IiA8GV041mJiiTWbEnSi9Q8W93srJaBA8L2pafgjBOX8JbAYX_RK5SK__0dwRyvB-hwyrKI/s1600/open.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;213&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4hl6saLqwm5-52hDqzotj3mx0j6jiL-HBnzSLIUWV4lH8DIboCNhNKVT-bwlzTk5ikbN6IiA8GV041mJiiTWbEnSi9Q8W93srJaBA8L2pafgjBOX8JbAYX_RK5SK__0dwRyvB-hwyrKI/s320/open.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We are all feeling the strain as American culture is moving increasingly toward an &quot;open door&quot; lifestyle, where there are no walls between our workspaces and no boundaries around our time. We carry our phones and make ourselves always accessible, basically saying, &quot;Walk in, interrupt me at any time.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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But Jesus say, &quot;go into your room, close the door...&quot; (Matthew 6) and we watch him doing just that, going to the mountains or a lonely place, and shutting the door.&lt;br /&gt;
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It takes special effort to protect the sacred mystery of our lives. Instead of always being &quot;open,&quot; we need time that is set apart for being alone. There is so much to be gained from leisurely hours of solitude, time when we do not have to take care of anyone else, time when we can simply be with Jesus. We need blocks of time, even a day or two, when we can give ourselves permission to shut the door.&lt;br /&gt;
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I think it&#39;s good to question why we feel we need to be connected. Sometimes it comes from a boss that demands 24/7 access to us, or a concern that our family needs to be able to get ahold of us. Sometimes it comes from an underlying fear of loneliness: we feel compelled to stay &quot;open&quot; when in fact no one is really requiring that we do. They tell us that they can live without us for a few days, but we still don&#39;t unplug. Why? We may be uncomfortable at the thought of not having anything to do and no one to talk with. It&#39;s helpful if we can exchange that worry about being alone with an anticipation of being drawn close to Jesus where we experience His love and our souls are satisfied. Maybe we can learn to envision being all alone as a threshold-- when we cross it, we enter into a deeper intimacy with Jesus.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespringsretreat.blogspot.com/feeds/1691044386861367073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3895933445626747565/1691044386861367073?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895933445626747565/posts/default/1691044386861367073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895933445626747565/posts/default/1691044386861367073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespringsretreat.blogspot.com/2016/11/crossing-threshold.html' title='Crossing the threshold'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387973760120602442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4hl6saLqwm5-52hDqzotj3mx0j6jiL-HBnzSLIUWV4lH8DIboCNhNKVT-bwlzTk5ikbN6IiA8GV041mJiiTWbEnSi9Q8W93srJaBA8L2pafgjBOX8JbAYX_RK5SK__0dwRyvB-hwyrKI/s72-c/open.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895933445626747565.post-8199236369468753480</id><published>2016-10-31T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2016-12-20T11:47:00.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The gift of friendship</title><content type='html'>Nouwen says that when we sense that there is no one in our life who truly cares for us and offers love without condition, and there is no place where we can be vulnerable with being used or rejected, we feel intensely lonely.&lt;br /&gt;
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But the gift of loyal friendship, the kind that won&#39;t ever be revoked or fade away, can create a safe place where loneliness gives way to the warmth of trust and love. Loyal friendship is the sunlight that allows the seeds of loneliness to be transformed into the fruit of solitude.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, if our experience in heaven is that God will be our sun, then they sought to live today fully realizing that He is our true source of energy and life.&lt;br /&gt;
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If our experience in heaven is that God will be everywhere present, all powerful, all-knowing, then they wanted to live confident of His attributes: when they prayed they wanted to pray believing God is all-powerful; when they were alone they wanted to embrace the truth that we are always &quot;with Christ&quot;and under His protection and care.&lt;br /&gt;
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If in heaven we will gladly accept God&#39;s will, the Puritans would ask, then shouldn&#39;t we live today with the heartbeat: Thy will be done. If we really believe that in heaven God&#39;s will is perfect and good, then it only makes sense that His will for us today is also perfect and good. So shouldn&#39;t we surrender our illusions of being in control and receive His will for our lives?&lt;br /&gt;
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Jesus certainly lived His earthly life with kingdom vision and values. When He tells His followers to &quot;Take up your cross and follow Me&quot; He&#39;s telling us to live in the kingdom of heaven today as He is. He calls us to give up any practices and the mindset that sees this world as our home, He says we need to die to that wordly mindset (take up our cross), so that we might follow Him, embracing&amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt;today&lt;/u&gt; what our experience of heaven will be &#39;up yonder.&#39;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespringsretreat.blogspot.com/feeds/3637454818591612252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3895933445626747565/3637454818591612252?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895933445626747565/posts/default/3637454818591612252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895933445626747565/posts/default/3637454818591612252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespringsretreat.blogspot.com/2016/10/living-with-heaven-in-view.html' title='Living with Heaven in View'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387973760120602442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiT8-3EruwrqLnGMROMW62fz0qH9im4EGn0zJhHQMbRiStJxWxsuc1cbl_OiEDrFoXeM-mVnPUg8pwtfsag6hwVnNgENivmGiil8eI1f_by1D9Pz1XkttbQXumiYG9Jw45p0KLqrTHY9w/s72-c/IMG_9792.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895933445626747565.post-3273323410558353343</id><published>2016-10-25T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2016-10-30T02:20:47.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Developing our Capacity</title><content type='html'>What&#39;s the value of solitude? When we are alone and don&#39;t have to carry on a conversation or check our phones, we are freed from the distractions of life. In the quiet of solitude, if we can also quiet our inner noise, we become aware that God is with us...and our thoughts can become conversations with our Father....prayers.&lt;br /&gt;
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Learning to &quot;be still&quot; with God, develops our capacity to be alone without feeling lonely, because the quiet of solitude is transformed into the fullness of solitude.&lt;br /&gt;
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And transforming loneliness into solitude has another promise....in our later years when loss and grief and isolation naturally become part of our experience, if we have developed our capacity to be alone with God, we&#39;ll know that even though we may be alone, we aren&#39;t really alone because we are with Him.&lt;br /&gt;
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So driving four hours by myself, in and out of cell phone coverage, especially driving after dark down the windy unlit highway those last 30 miles to get to St. Anthony&#39;s was unnerving. I tried to be brave, but it freaked me out. I was always so glad to drive up their driveway, having arrived. I hate being overcome with fear.&lt;br /&gt;
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And then one day as I was driving to The Springs and I was overwhelmed with joy. Euphoria set in. It puzzled me. I had no idea what was going on, so I knocked on Sister Danelle&#39;s door, and asked if she had time to talk. She gently asked a few questions, and listened. I told her I was worried that something was wrong, I never felt free when I was alone. She said, &quot;Perhaps there&#39;s nothing wrong, perhaps you are learning to trust.&quot; I knew as soon as she said it, she was right. I was learning to trust. I was being changed as the &quot;with-ness&quot; of God became a reality for me.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was free because I knew I wasn&#39;t alone. Through prayer, my lonely place had become sacred Solitude.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespringsretreat.blogspot.com/feeds/1547814171792819358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3895933445626747565/1547814171792819358?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895933445626747565/posts/default/1547814171792819358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895933445626747565/posts/default/1547814171792819358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespringsretreat.blogspot.com/2016/10/sacred-solitude.html' title='Sacred Solitude'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387973760120602442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895933445626747565.post-636365343642663407</id><published>2016-10-13T00:10:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2016-10-22T17:41:03.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loneliness and Solitude</title><content type='html'>Luke tells us that Jesus intentionally went to a&amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt;lonely&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;place to pray (Luke 5:16). I don&#39;t like lonely places, yet Jesus sought them out. Why? I don&#39;t think He ever felt all alone...not until the Cross. He knew His Father was with Him so the lonely place wasn&#39;t lonely for Him--it was rich, deep, full, alive....it was solitude. The lonely place provided Him the opportunity to be free of distractions and the continual interruptions and noisiness of the crowds. There, alone in the desert, Jesus could commune with his Father. The lonely place offered Him the gift of solitude.&lt;br /&gt;
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The lonely place offers us the possibility of adoration, getting lost in worship, enjoying friendship, intimacy, even union with Christ without interruption. It&#39;s when we are all alone that we can learn we are never actually alone. And that is a very important aspect of our spiritual formation.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sometimes everything in our lives becomes dark. We feel all alone, maybe even abandoned, and fears immobilize &amp;nbsp;us. The Lord desires to replace our profound sense of loneliness with the rich knowledge that He is with us.&lt;br /&gt;
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On vacation I have the opportunity to get up two hours before dawn and watch the sunrise. One morning dark clouds filled the sky, blocking my view of the first light of dawn. I sat in the darkness, no moon, no stars, no hint of dawn. Then the skies opened and I was in the middle of a huge tropical downpour. It poured down rain for at least ten minutes. But then, in just one tiny spot, the clouds opened, &amp;nbsp;revealing blue sky and the brilliance of sunrise beyond. I realized that in much the same way, we can be in the dark.We can think that we are all alone. The clouds of doubt and disappointment can block our view. But God is always there. Even when we cannot see beyond our intense loneliness, He is there. Always.&lt;br /&gt;
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It seems that a significant aspect of our spiritual growth is learning to enjoy being all alone so that we learn we are never alone but always with the Lord. Receiving the gift of solitude is the beginning of the process of prayerfully allowing our lonely place to become a place of solitude, where the fear of being abandoned is replaced by the knowledge that Jesus is with us. We can pray and let our conversation with Jesus be so immediate, like friend speaking with friend, that we know we are not alone.&lt;br /&gt;
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Grant, O Lord, that we learn to love the lonely place because it is there that we have the sweetest, unbroken communion with You.&lt;br /&gt;
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“I had lost my awe of God in the busyness of ministry. I am
so refreshed to be reminded of His perfect love of me and that as I surrender
to it, this awe of Him returns to my life.”&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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The Springs retreat was started in 1998, and we&#39;ve met twice a year in Redlands, Sierra Madre, and for the last 10 years at St. Anthony&#39;s in Three Rivers, California.&lt;br /&gt;
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To mark our 10th anniversary at St. Anthony&#39;s, we thought it would be fun to have a little reunion and invite everyone who has ever been to the Springs in northern or southern California to come a day before our fall retreat. We want to catch up with each other and to celebrate all that the Lord has done in our lives. &lt;br /&gt;
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If you can, please join us on Tuesday, Nov. 1 for our 10th Anniversary Celebration. We are going to have a great time!&lt;br /&gt;
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Go to &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.newim.org/&quot;&gt;www.newim.org&lt;/a&gt; and click on Events to learn more -- or on Store to register. &amp;nbsp;Cost is $80 for 1 night, private room and bath at St. Anthony&#39;s, 3 meals, and the program.&lt;br /&gt;
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perfect as 22 gals gathered at St. Anthony’s for a retreat focused on Psalm 25
and God’s lavish love for us. Track 2 focused on “listening to Scripture.”
Several gals came in a day early to settle in before the retreat began. The
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;How did the Lord use
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;“The Lord deepened my understanding of His love for me in
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His Beloved and He is mine.”&amp;nbsp; - Supriya
Sargunaraj&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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for me. I feel as if I’ve experienced a “divine appointment.”&amp;nbsp; My favorite Bible verse is Psalm 46:10 about
being still and quiet, so that we can “hear” God. This verse has “come alive”
for me at St. Anthony’s retreat. I have experienced its wisdom for me
personally.” – Charlotte Jones&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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alone. God is always there. I learned how to keep a journal and that you should
pray before you start the day. Also, we all go through seasons.” – Brianna
Mills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; line-height: 18.4px;&quot;&gt;It&#39;s amazing how in love I can be with the Lord, and then one morning, I decide I need to do some work, and then the next morning there’s something else I need to do, and before I know it...my whole devotional life is shot. I&#39;ve reduced my relationship with the Lord to a business partnership.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; line-height: 18.4px;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;My challenge is that I can think I have decided to love God by preparing to
lead a Bible study or work on a neighborhood BBQ. But ministry is not always
the same as loving God. Sometimes it may be, but most of the time ministry
preparation is studying and writing and organizing...not receiving the truth of
Jesus’ lavish love for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Devotion comes from knowing His love and choice of me, even
in my brokenness.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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with putting up a hedge and not letting work creep into my devotional time.
It&#39;s so tempting for me to give up spending time just being with the Lord,
focused only on loving him when I need to get stuff done. The focus of my quiet
time is very different if my goal is to increase my love for the Lord than if
my focus is to get stuff done. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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takes intentionality to return to practices that can seem like wasting time
just loving God, especially when I don’t feel like it. Spending ten minutes
receiving the truth of God’s love for me is essential to having a vibrant
relationship with Jesus, but what a challenge it is to have work, especially
Christian work, become secondary. However, drawing away to be loved by Jesus
for ten minutes will awaken my love for Him. And it isn’t long before those ten
minutes are the sweetest time of my day.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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refuge. Not an escape, but a place of safety. To be in constant communion with
Him and other women believers. I found peace and love without a lot of outside
interruptions. I don’t know what God has in mind from here, but I am willing to
be used for His glory, even if it means as a prayer warrior only.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&quot;This was my 8th year at the Springs. For me, this retreat is not optional -- it&#39;s a given! I come because I know I will be renewed, refreshed, and re-connected to my Savior. The teaching team is a diverse group of godly women who use their God-given talents to bless those who come. The food is &quot;over the top,&quot; the facility is serene and absolutely gorgeous, and the people are precious. As a busy mom, grandma, and ministry leader, this is my time for reflection and regeneration. It has a permanent place on my calendar!&quot;&amp;nbsp; Sue Saboloni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&quot;This was a time for refreshment for my soul. Being on the church staff, being a mother, sister, wife, etc...seems nearly impossible to take time for myself. So this time away without any responsibilities was huge for me. I felt like I got to be a beloved daughter just hanging out with my Daddy. I got to crawl up in His arms, and He kissed me on the cheek, and let me relax and feel safe, no worries, no cares...just me and Him.&quot;&amp;nbsp; Julie Ann Callahan-Brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&quot;I am taking the photo of the empty cross home and using it as a reminder: the debt for my sins is paid in full. I laid them at the foot of the cross. Jesus knew of them when he died on the cross. He died for me. He rose again and He is coming back. Now I&#39;m free&amp;nbsp;to live for Him. focusing on heaven, not on the world.&quot; (Col 3. 1-4)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Jan Swing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;The Lord allowed me time to rest, relax, reflect on how my life is today with the loss of Michael. (Michael, her son, had passed away just three weeks before the retreat.) I can&#39;t keep rewinding the tapes only to listen to the same recording. The Lord used this time to teach me about the tool of journaling for everyday stuff and how it can improve the outcome of life, especially right now, with the &quot;fog&quot; (of grief) I have over me.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; -- Keni Barry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;“The Lord used this time at The Springs for rest and
affirmation of His love for me. I feel more confident in all areas of my life.
I am taking home with me the intention of not listening to doubt and negative
thinking from others and especially not from myself.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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time to come away and rest. It was marvelous. I am in full-time ministry and
give out a lot. It was a phenomenal gift to be able to open up and receive,
just for me, right from the Lord’s hand. Jesus reminded me again that home is
where He is; everything I need is found in Him and then flows out to others
from that abiding place.” Jill Ludlow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;“It seems that I have been on a self-imposed spiritual exile
caused by my own sin and unbelief. God has promised me though his Word that I “shall
go out from that exile with joy and be led forth by the Lord Himself and His
Word with peace. And the mountains and hills will break forth before me with
singing and all of the trees of the field shall clap their hands.” (Is 55:12).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;I have heard the singing of the birds in the trees and have walked the trails.
I’m leaving with joy! (How ironic…my quilt piece was simply the word “joy” –
God knew). I am His beloved! I am going to start a journal that is full of
scriptures and promises of His love for me so I can be reminded of His
faithfulness and love in the next crisis. &lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;– Pamela Thomas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Diana said it was such a gift to be able to bring her mom&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;“This retreat was a time of peaceful rest in Him. He wrapped
me in His loving arms and reassured me of His unconditional and everlasting
love for me. Thank you all for providing this opportunity. I love you all. I thank
Jesus for the Springs and for the Springs Team!!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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there are places where the boundary that separates heaven from earth is thin. While
we are there, for five, ten, maybe even thirty minutes we experience such a
unique and unhindered intimacy with God that we know we’ve been in His Presence.
For many of us, St. Anthony’s is a thin place. We live and work in “a dry and
sun-scorched land” (Isaiah 58:11) and every part of our being--our soul, our
heart, our flesh cries out for the living God. At times we feel like we are
hanging on by a thread and our soul faints for the courts of the living God. Sometimes
something horrible has happened and we are bewildered or grieving. Sometimes we
are doing fine, but we feel a weariness in our soul. Bottomline, we all come to
the Springs retreat with a longing for refreshment. David expresses this same
longing in Psalm 84: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;mso-bidi-font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;How lovely is your dwelling
place, O Lord God Almighty, My soul longs, even faints for the courts of the
Lord, My heart and flesh cry for the living God. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;Each woman who comes to
the Springs comes in hopes of meeting Jesus. He never disappoints.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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By Kim Bagato&lt;br /&gt;
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On my first retreat at The Springs, I sensed great peace as I settled in. I’d contemplated what it would be like to spend time at a Catholic retreat center. The family I grew up in did not attend church every Sunday. We didn’t even go on Christmas or Easter. Therefore, my religious training was scant.&lt;br /&gt;
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The first night of The Springs retreat we gathered in the chapel. My eyes were drawn to Jesus on the cross. I believe it was the first time I saw his humanness—He was a man. Jesus is God, but I saw him that night as human. It struck me how sad and hard and unnatural it looked to see him so vulnerable and in need of care. Memories appeared in my mind’s eye of my husband, son, dad, grandpa and friends I’d seen in hospitals, in pain, near death. Men—strong healthy men—injured, ill, vulnerable. They are the ones I lean on and look to and seeing them incapacitated is difficult for me.&lt;br /&gt;
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Christ on the cross was a startling reminder of the pain he endured and the humility and abuse he met from men he could have overpowered.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; He chose not to.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; For me.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;He.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Chose.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Me.&lt;br /&gt;
The following afternoon, I walked the path through the Stations of the Cross. I did some research and discovered the titles and themes of each of the 14 Stations of the Cross and learned some background. I delved into my Bible searching for truth. (See Matthew 27, Mark 15, Luke 23 and John 19.)&lt;br /&gt;
I found it.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Violent.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Harsh.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Abusive.&lt;br /&gt;
I’m uncertain if I’ll ever fully understand His horrendous yet supernatural sacrifice. That is not a pretty, holy, serene looking Jesus. He endured more than most of us will in a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;
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Deeply humbled and nearly in a state of shock, I allowed the gravity of that tragic injustice to soak deep. The profound truth of Christ’s unwavering expression of faithfulness, love and obedience to the Father’s will silenced my mind and granted me peace as I prayed:&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Oh, God I don’t ever want to discount or squander your sacrifice and the unimaginable cost you paid to save my soul. It’s so valuable and heavy I can barely carry it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespringsretreat.blogspot.com/feeds/5044427309205536258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3895933445626747565/5044427309205536258?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895933445626747565/posts/default/5044427309205536258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895933445626747565/posts/default/5044427309205536258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespringsretreat.blogspot.com/2014/08/he-chose-me-by-kim-bagato-on-my-first.html' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387973760120602442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895933445626747565.post-8559162901258553687</id><published>2013-11-19T21:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2013-11-19T21:33:16.114-08:00</updated><title type='text'>November 2013</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespringsretreat.blogspot.com/feeds/8559162901258553687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3895933445626747565/8559162901258553687?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895933445626747565/posts/default/8559162901258553687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895933445626747565/posts/default/8559162901258553687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespringsretreat.blogspot.com/2013/11/november-2013.html' title='November 2013'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387973760120602442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYxthmYZ4mHdA2s5-JFBrVI4MVnlrFdqfE0qnSl6BhGdkZRKssc3pNSnHL8h_JVsnRQrdX1C-M9qxXPJ4IgSboH4LLIdAIW_l2nTRCwEAyfTqNUDZUCnClUecSOXmNMAlcfYC2t5SaTbE/s72-c/2013+11+13_Springs_6157.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895933445626747565.post-3125810500070302428</id><published>2013-06-29T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2015-01-03T10:56:22.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Part in Spiritual Transformation</title><content type='html'>&quot;Our aim is not first to act differently but to &lt;u&gt;become&lt;/u&gt; different in our inner being. We&#39;re not just learning how to be nicer versions of our old selves. We&#39;re dealing radically with the fundamental wrongness of human life left to itself and introducing the kingdom of righteousness that is Christ into the depths of our heart. It is the inner life that counts. That is where profound transformation must occur.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Spiritual formation for the Christian refers to the Holy Spirit-driven-process of forming the inner world of the human self in such a way that it becomes like the inner being of Christ himself. To the degree spiritual formation in Christ is successful, the outer life of the individual becomes a natural expression of this character and the teachings of Jesus.&quot; ( Dallas Willard, Renovation of Character).&lt;br /&gt;
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It is the love of God that will change us. And &quot;God has poured out his love into our hearts by the Holy Spirit&quot; (Rom 5:5). It is the love of God flowing through us--not our human attempts at behavioral change--that will transform. God&#39;s love is the love described in I Cor. 13. His love will never give up. That&#39;s why Paul prays in Ephesians 3 that they will know God&#39;s love that surpasses knowledge and be filled up to the full measure of all the fullness of God. As the Spirit expands&amp;nbsp;our experiential knowing of the God who is Love, we will be freed to know ourselves, in all of our vulnerability and shame, and be changed.&amp;nbsp; It is the grace of God that gets next to us, and transforms.&lt;br /&gt;
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Grace does not rule out method or effort on our part. Grace says that what we receive is not earned or even deserved. Grace is a gift that is given to us. But grace does not mean that we cannot &quot;make every effort&quot; to be open to His love. The part we can play seems to be around the idea of being intentional or deliberate,&amp;nbsp;to work with the Spirit to receive His grace and grow in our experience of His love. Our tendency is to hide, and get distracted, and fail to be attentive--even resistant. The invitation is to receive His gift.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;“Many people are deterred from seriously attempting Christian chastity because they think (before trying) that it is impossible. But when a thing has to be attempted, one must never think about possibility or impossibility. Faced with an optional question in an examination paper, one considers whether one can do it or not: faced with a compulsory question, one must do the best one can. You may get some marks for a very imperfect answer: you will certainly get none for leaving the question alone. Not only in examinations, but in war, in mountain climbing, in learning to skate, or swim, or ride a bicycle, even in fastening a stiff collar with cold fingers, people quite often do what seemed impossible before they did it. It is wonderful what you can do when you have to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;“We may, indeed, be sure that perfect chastity—like perfect charity- will not be attained by any merely human efforts. You must ask for God’s help. Even when you have done so, it may seem to you for a long time that no help, or less help than you need, is being given. Never mind. After each failure, ask forgiveness, pick yourself up, and try again. Very often what God first helps us towards is not the virtue itself but just this power of always trying again. For however important chastity, or courage, or truthfulness, or any other virtue may be, this process trains us in habits of the soul which are more important still. It cures our illusions about ourselves and teaches us to depend on God. We learn, on the one hand, that we cannot trust ourselves even in our best moments, and, on the other, that we need not despair even in our worst, for our failures are forgiven. The only fatal thing is to sit down content with anything less than perfection….&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thespringsretreat.blogspot.com/feeds/6804143991694291001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3895933445626747565/6804143991694291001?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895933445626747565/posts/default/6804143991694291001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895933445626747565/posts/default/6804143991694291001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thespringsretreat.blogspot.com/2013/06/we-cant-give-up.html' title='We can&#39;t give up!'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01387973760120602442</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895933445626747565.post-9155769544935079239</id><published>2013-06-24T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2013-06-24T11:36:00.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spiritual Transformation</title><content type='html'>Some of us seem to have given up hope that we can do&amp;nbsp;anything about our inner&amp;nbsp;character. We truly believe that transformation must&amp;nbsp;be a supernatural act of God&amp;nbsp;on our heart if we&amp;nbsp;will ever be changed. We&#39;ve gotten on with our lives and hope that someday, the Holy Spirit will bring to completion the work He has begun.&lt;br /&gt;
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Others of us may roll up our sleeves and set out on a journey to become like Christ. Ben Franklin writes in his autobiography about how he &quot;conceiv&#39;d the bold and arduous project of arriving at moral perfection. I wish&#39;d to live without committing any fault at any time...I did not see why I might not always do right and avoid the wrong. But I soon found I had undertaken a task of more difficulty than I had imagined...I concluded, at length, that the mere speculative conviction that it was in our interest to be completely virtuous, was not sufficient to prevent our slipping; and that the contrary habits must be broken, and good ones acquired and estabished, before we can have any dependence on a steady, uniform rectitude of conduct.&quot;&amp;nbsp; So Ben Franklin conceived of a method.&amp;nbsp;But after years of trying, he writes:&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;This article, therefore, cost me so much painful attention, and my faults in it vexed me so much, and I made so little progress in amendment, and had such frequent relapses, that I was almost ready to give up the attempts, and content myself with a faulty character in that respect, like the man who, in buying an ax of a smith, my neighbour, desired to have the whole of its surface as bright as the edge. The smith consented to grind it bright for him if he would turn the wheel; he turn&#39;d, while the smith press&#39;d the broad face of the ax hard and heavily on the stone, which made the turning of it very fatiguing. The man came every now and then from the wheel to see how the work went on, and at length would take his ax as it was, without farther grinding. &quot;No,&quot; said the smith, &quot;turn on, turn on; we shall have it bright by-and by; as yet, it is only speckled.&quot;&amp;nbsp; &quot;Yes,&quot; said the man, &quot;but I think I like a speckled ax best.&quot; And I believe this may have been the case with many...they concluded &quot;a speckled ax was best.&quot;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Franklin&amp;nbsp;reflects: &quot;I never arrived at the perfection I had been so ambitious of obtaining, but fell far short of it, yet I was, by the endeavour, a better and a happier man than I otherwise should have been if I had not attempted it.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Franklin&#39;s approach seems exhausting -- and completely focused on &lt;u&gt;external behavior&lt;/u&gt;. When externals are the main focus, spiritual formation doesn&#39;t really happen. As Paul writes to the Colossians, &quot;&quot;Do not handle! Do not taste! Do not touch!&amp;nbsp; These regulations have an appearance of wisdom, butthey lack any value in restraining sensual indulgence.&quot; (Col. 2:20-23) It&#39;s the &lt;u&gt;inner life&lt;/u&gt; that counts -- that&#39;s where&amp;nbsp;spiritual transformation must occur.&amp;nbsp; But how?&lt;br /&gt;
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