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Marshall is mediating on his weekend of musical and lyrical whatnot.

NOTE: I’m Justin Bryeans and I didn’t ask whetheror not Marshall approved of this message or not.

“ I am begging you to become heretics.” [Cheering] To be different, new, and innovative is to be heretical. Godin doesn’t mean this in a doctrinal sense, but in a cultural one. He says, “A huge problem in your industry is control.” Religion tries to control rather than influence and lead.

— NextReformation » Catalyst

I read about half of this short, but intriguing debate this afternoon and will finish it up either tonight or tomorrow. Anyone else?

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I plan on reading this as I have some friends who introduced me to Jones’ work about a year ago. Anyone else?

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» Jesus Creed » Left Behind or Left Befuddled?

Another book introduction by McKnight that caught my eye…

» Jesus Creed » Declaring Doom 1

Scot McKnight who blogs at Jesus Creed posted this introduction today of a book that has my curiosity engaged. He’ll be blogging through the book in coming days so stay tuned…

» The School Of Life: Ideas To Live By

Interesting concept and delivery system based in London. I first saw this via Andrew Jones’ blog, and agree with his question (my paraphrase), what might it look like if this were the type of presence in our places that local church communities developed and were known for?

“

Holy is the dish and drain
The soap and sink, the cup and plate
And the warm wool socks, and the cold white tile
Showerheads and good dry towels
And frying eggs sound like psalms
With a bit of salt measured in my palm
It’s all a part of a sacrament
As holy as a day is spent

Holy is the busy street
And cars that boom with passion’s beat
And the check out girl, Counting change
And the hands that shook my hands today
Hymns of geese fly overhead
And stretch their wings like their parents did
Blessed be the dog
That runs in her sleep
To catch that wild and elusive thing

Holy is a familiar room and the quiet moments in the afternoon
And folding sheets like folding hands
To pray as only laundry can
I’m letting go of all I fear
Like autumn leaves of earth and air
For summer came and summer went
As holy as a day is spent

Holy is the place I stand
To give whatever small good I can
The empty page, the open book
Redemption everywhere I look
Unknowingly we slow our pace
In the shade of unexpected grace
With grateful smiles and sad lament
As holy as a day is spent

And morning light sings “providence”
As holy as a day is spent
Carrie Newcomer, 2001

— via Next Reformation