Undone, struck dumb, muted tongue So, I’m sitting in a room in Brisbane Australia, nearly thirty years ago taking twelve step calls from people who are, you know, on the serious end of the booze hound spectrum. Now you don’t get to be answering calls like that unless you’ve been a repeat-offender serious booze hound […]
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the journey to God is a deep within slow train coming thing I am not among the folks who have experienced a profound moment — or maybe a few minutes or more — of the living God emerging seemingly out of nowhere and whisking them off to the seventh heavens, albeit for a brief visit.
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A mystic must let go to grow The longer I walk the path of holy fools, the more convinced I am that the mystic life is one of constant rebellion from the norms of the world. It is a counter-cultural pursuit of weakness, not strength; of poverty, not wealth, obscurity rather than fame; humility, not
The Age of Miracles is in our Midst The headline above is a revision of a little mantra — Gratitude is the hinge on which a sober life swings — often shared by an old sober booze-hound friend of mine many years ago. Bernie was a remarkable little man. A survivor of trench warfare in
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