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vigamox drops price I think it’s telling that when you read the rest of this gospel story and you come to its horrifying climax the people you see on his right and on his left are not disciples at all.  Instead, he’s crucified along with a couple of thieves.  There he is, side by side with sinners on his right and on his left.  Mark reminds us that God’s vision of glory is unlike the glory that the world so often seeks.

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tadacip price “Neither is God,” as God says to Job.  But, in God’s defense God says a bit more, actually 4 chapters more, and the gist of it is expressed in our reading today and reiterated in the psalm.  God doesn’t answer Job’s questions as much as God overwhelms Job with awe in light of God’s presence.  God has power over all the forces of nature and tends to the detailed needs of every living creature.  In the Psalm God controls the waters, that symbol of primordial chaos, and sends them running at God’s own command and sets their boundaries according to a wisdom we cannot possibly understand.

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forxiga india price And so, glory remains a weird kind of thing. There’s the psalmists “glory” of a sovereign beauty and wisdom that is contingent upon nothing we do, to which we can only ultimately surrender.  And, then there’s the glory of Christ, which is revealed in the giving of self for the salvation of others.  I see it like two parallel worlds almost.  There’s the essential glory of God that simply is, and there’s the world in which we live where we’ve substituted Godly glory for self-worship and all the power and wealth and influence we can amass.  Godly glory is there to be found, but not the way we commonly expect.

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I think of Delores. She’s probably the same age as Cindy.  I used to call on her at small group at the end of our discussion sessions, which had a habit of flowing every which way.  “Delores, how might we wrap this up?” I would ask.  In her quiet and humble way she would bless us all as something simple, and honest, and faithful would come out of her mouth.

She was the first parishioner I’ve ever had to tell me she loved me. I was shocked when she said it.  She was in a hospital bed, still waiting in the ER to be admitted.  As her pastor I rushed down to offer her some comfort and company.  We talked and prayed, and then she said it.  “I love you.”  Such a simple thing to say.  It came so naturally for her and it touched me like a huge hug, and it opened my eyes to the truth that I wasn’t her pastor performing a function.  At least, I didn’t have to be just that.  I could be someone who loved her back, just one child of God to another.   It’s hard to describe why, but there was a gift in that, a kind of discovery and a certain taste of glory.

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