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The Pedestrian Mystic
http://thepedestrianmystic.blogspot.com/
One man's journey into the crucible of faith through a dialogue with community, Scripture, prayer, faith, doubt, and Christ. The central theme is the sacramental nature of all things and the revealed hiddeness of beauty, truth and goodness in all creation
- Added on: Oct 8th, 2008
- Country: United States
- Language: English
- Author: David Bunker
- Listed in: Spirituality Christianity
- Tags: art beauty Spirituality community contemplation brokeness
Recent Posts
The Doing of the Thing
Between the Creed and the TearsThis blog was in part driven by Bob Bennett's song..The Doing Of The ThingWords & Music by Bob Bennett© 1991 Bright Avenue SongsP.O. Box 1578Cypress, CA 90630-6578Reprinted/Posted by PermissionAll Rights Reserved F...
The History of My Silence
When the “Unsayable” is Spoken Over the last decade, I have been a part of a men’s community. In this group, our kinship revolves around an ongoing process of what many call “work.” This work, due to our Christian naming, is a proces...
Running in to Our Self
When I am Tired of Being HumanReality TV has its detractors and rightly so. But if there is an up side it is the unabashed revealing of just how volatile, vulnerable and easily influenced we humans are. In the midst of following any person be they...
The Wisdom of Distance
Searching for Hidden Affinity We are paradoxical creatures. Simultaneously we long for the expression of our uniqueness and yet yearn for belonging. Given our seemingly oppositional proclivities towards individuality and relationship, it is often the...
To the Orphans on Mother's Day
The Mothering of GodThe most important decision we make is whether we believe we live in a friendly or hostile universe."- Albert EinsteinThen he said to the disciple, 'Behold, your mother!'" Jn 19:26-27I have always been inept at physical nurturing....
The Imposition of Ashes -Ash Wednesday
We Are Tortured WondersThe Church’s practice of Ash Wednesday has become a powerful metaphor for life’s transient nature. The very act of bowing one’s knee and having another human place darkened ashes upon your forehead tells a powerful story ...
