| Date |
Title |
|---|---|
| Jan 31, 2013 | Sailor Left the Sea |
| Jan 30, 2013 | The Fix |
| Jan 29, 2013 | Fishless |
| Jan 28, 2013 | My Job's Harder |
| Jan 27, 2013 | What You See Is What You Carry |
| Jan 26, 2013 | That’s Bad, That’s Good |
| Jan 25, 2013 | Defender of the Weak |
| Jan 24, 2013 | Clean |
| Jan 23, 2013 | Bleacher Chatter |
| Jan 21, 2013 | The Lively Street |
| Jan 20, 2013 | Saintly Seeds |
| Jan 19, 2013 | Lover Boy |
| Jan 18, 2013 | A Patient Man |
| Jan 17, 2013 | Silent Performance |
| Jan 16, 2013 | Almost Infinitesimal |
| Jan 15, 2013 | A Prayer for the Warrior |
| Jan 14, 2013 | Money, Money, Money |
| Jan 13, 2013 | New Hope |
| Jan 12, 2013 | Temper, Temper |
| Jan 10, 2013 | The Idealist |
| Jan 9, 2013 | The Parenthood Club |
| Jan 8, 2013 | Faith and Luck |
| Jan 7, 2013 | Eye Light |
| Jan 6, 2013 | Green Eggs |
| Jan 4, 2013 | Far from Eden |
| Jan 3, 2013 | The Negotiation |
| Jan 2, 2013 | Spring Ball |
| Jan 1, 2013 | Angels Don’t Eat |
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Daily Devotion:
Title: Sailor Left the Sea
Date: January 31, 2013
A sailor lived beside the sea. The tough town where he was raised was a place of making do, getting by, and bar fights. Daily he fished from his dory, rowing out at dawn and sailing home under the setting sun. From his father he learned to fish, and drink, and fight, and was proficient at all three. As hard as the rocky coast beneath him, as hard as the sea around him, as hard as these, his heart became. When our sauced sailor swung an oar at the head of his boyhood friend and nearly killed him, our sailor resolved to leave.
On the next day's dawn our sailor took that oar, tied to it a bag of clothes and walked inland, determined not to stop or settle until someone asked him, "What's that odd-shaped stick you are carrying over your shoulder?" Only then, so he believed, could he leave his troubles behind.
Weeks later in a pretty little mountain town, a lovely woman asked the very same question, so he settled down and married her. Soon after, he began to drink, and the violence returned. Years later, our sailor discovered that although we may run or walk away from our troubles, we often carry our troubles within us.
We may change this and that on the outside, but unless we change inside, wherever we go, we carry ourselves.
Let's Pray: Dear God, if we run to change, let us run to You, that we may change what matters. Amen.
Here’s a Thought: Wherever we go, whoever we are comes with us.
Last Thought: Thank you for your support.
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