HeyJaredAs I Wait for the Mountains to Sing
Weekly glimpses of Jesus as I wait for the mountains to sing. Looking for traces of God. Little devotionals to remind us, he is here.
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When the robes come out (opens the original)
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It’s too cumbersome for the bishop to get in and out of vehicles with his robe and stole on. He’d also stand out at a petrol station if he needed to fuel the car on the way to church.1 So, he carries his robe in a little suitcase and usually gets dressed some place closer to the venue before the service. <a class="image-link image2 is-viewable-img" href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!_csy!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2F
The right word (opens the original)
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The Uber driver picked me in a little white car, stick shift! “I didn’t know these were still around.” I was interested.“You can still find them,” he smiled. “It keeps your body engaged.” “So you strengthen the left leg also!” I jumped in without skipping a beat.“320,000 km! Did you have to change the clutch?” “Several times.”The conversation flowed easily. We both weren’t lacking in words that morning.He asked if I was Japanese. I instinctively said yes though I had to quickly throw in that I w
A cool breeze on a January neck (opens the original)
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I blame these thoughts on my readings of the life of Elijah.1 In the early days of January I opened the window behind my morning spot in the living room. The cool early morning breeze on the back of my neck initially came as a discomfort. But opening the window was the right move. December can be so stuffy. The discomfort is familiar. It reminds me of camping and stepping out of a cozy tent. Uncomfortable at first, but the cold feels good. My neck might complain but my lungs are happy. The open
Watching us all the way down the hall (opens the original)
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“Are you walking us to the door?” My wife asked our host after our visit.Mrs. Kimoff didn’t have to. She’s 97 years old. We were happy to give her a hug right where she sat on the couch. Her daughter said “mom” would likely walk us to the door and probably watch us go all the way down the hall too. We live a life in East Africa and are typically only in Canada a few months every few years. It had been years since we visited with her. Lots had happened since. Her husband passed away and she also
Heaven’s music played through a kazoo (opens the original)
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When everything comes together in musical worship, it’s glorious. I’ve been in settings where Kenyans are clapping, Ethiopians are swaying and Brazilians are belting out songs in Portuguese! We throw in some verses in German, French and Spanish for the other cross-cultural workers and it’s out of this world! It feels like a little piece of heaven on earth. The sound occasionally makes me wonder what heaven’s worship will be like. <a class="image-link image2 is-viewable-img" href="https://substac
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