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Observations
about Emerging Church, spiritual life, and the Journey.
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There is a
breathing, living and moving Company of those who "have an ear" that is rising
up - invisible to the institutions of Religion and unseen by the tradition-bound. It is World-wide, Simultaneous and Spirit-led.
This Company has no formal name,
wears no crown of importance, and moves through alley ways and byways instead of
parading down broad avenues.
It is the Faithful Remnant,
the Wise Virgins; the True Bride awaiting her Groom. It is the Faithful Steward,
the Lone Leper returning with thanksgiving. It is the church of the Latter
Rain, the Temple more glorious, the Church of the living God against whom the
gates of hell cannot prevail.
Full Article
- Greg Austin
A
Haven of Rest and a Refuge for the Soul
How Harbor
Happens
What's a Harbor Look Like?
Palmettos in Charleston
A hot and miserable August day in Charleston,
South Carolina. Echoes of the first shots of the
Civil War seemed to hang in the humid, Atlantic
air. Laying on a simple bench, two common
leaves, carefully fashioned by a young man into
the appearance of lovely flowers seemed to speak
- do you hear them?
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