“I have come that they may have life, and have it abundantly,” said the Christ (John 10:10). “All those other things – that big bank account, that prestige you seek, that power you hope to gain – those are all thieves and robbers,” he said. “Only I can give you abundant life.”
The Spring/Summer 2015 issue of Reflections magazine explores “abundant life” and invites you to do the same. Printed issues should be in homes soon; the online issue is now available by clicking this link or clicking on “Abundant Life” in the topics menu on the right.
In this issue you will find
articles from wonderful writers,
questions for your further reflection with each article,
resources for small-group study,
and an interview with Patsy Sasek, the artist who created the cover for this issue.
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From the Spring/Summer 2014 issue of Reflections magazine:
“Spiritual practices, some call them spiritual disciplines, assist in connecting us with God and the life God desires for us. Rather than being drudgery, as they are often characterized, they make the Christian life easier. In the spiritual practices, we do not “conjure up” God; we do not stress and strain to coax him into our lives. God is already there.”
The Spring/Summer 2014 issue of Reflections magazine is now online, with articles and photography and lots of resources about spiritual practices.
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By Marjorie George
What happened? What the hell happened? A week ago we were entering the city in triumph. People were shouting “hail to the king,” throwing their cloaks on the road in front of him and waving palm branches.
And now we are huddled in this dark little room with the doors locked, and he is dead. The revolution has failed. It’s over.
I sit on the floor with my back to the wall, knees pulled up to my chest, hiding with the rest of them. I disappear under my cloak – whew this thing is smelly; I need to find a stream soon. Most of them are still asleep on the floor. What now? What are we going to do now? Go back home, I guess, ignore the jeers and cruel jokes from the people of my village who told me I was crazy to follow him when I left three years ago. Continue reading The Story
by Marjorie George
It was supposed to be a great little endeavor that was well-suited to my circumstances. In my semi-retirement, I would take on some free-lance editing. Make a little extra money, work from home, and frolic about in the happy land of commas and semi-colons. Be still my heart.
A client was referred, I got in touch, and we established a working relationship. Then things got touchy, and we quarreled over syntax – no, “impact” is not a verb, I told her. Neither is “office.” We are not going to “office” anywhere. She fired me in favor of another editor. Well, she was just wrong. Continue reading The Hand-Off
Yash Enclave is a gated community in a new neighborhood. Inside, the streets are clean, homes are well kept, and there is seldom a honk heard from the cars as they cruise through, stopping to make way for kids riding bicycles, gliding by on rollerblades or chasing after balls.
But you probably won’t be buying a new home there because Yash Enclave is located in north Bangalore, India.
According to an article from India Ink in the New York Times, “Beyond Yash Enclave’s manned gates is India’s urban reality: slums, potholed and traffic-choked roads, piles of garbage on street corners, traffic fumes, and a cacophonous din from the revving motors and incessant honking of the cars, buses and motorcycles.” (http://india.blogs.nytimes.com/2012/10/29/at-bangalores-gated-enclaves-the-chaos-outside-comes-knocking-at-the-door/?_php=true&_type=blogs&_r=0)
Ah, the legacy of the Western world. Continue reading Come out, come out, wherever you are
by Marjorie George
It was a dark and stormy night (OK it was a rainy afternoon), and I was squeezed into the front seat of our brand-new 1970 VW Bug as my husband sped to the hospital for me to deliver our first baby. “Come now,” the doctor had said on the phone, “yes you are ready.”
“But I’m not ready,” I kept thinking. Oh, the nursery was properly decorated, baby bottles were sterilized and waiting, the diaper service was on stand-by, and this was sure enough labor. But I wasn’t mentally and emotionally ready for this thing that I suspected was about to overthrow my life. We had been married seven years by then and our little life was pretty settled. I sensed that was about to implode. Turns out I hadn’t seen nothin’ yet. Continue reading Now we Begin