(Part 2 of the Messenger’s Journey to Iran) A tapping sound entered my dreams and I labored in my sleep to make sense of it. There was a man standing in the dark shade of fir trees. Behind him was a hillside of gold aspens and up between the branches I could see white rocky peaks against the sky. Snow was everywhere. He stood looking at me, tapping his ringed finger on a wooden post at his side. I didn’t see his face …
On a fall evening in 2011, Marshall, Patricia and I walked at 12,300 feet in the hills above Leadville, Colorado. Its a tortured landscape above this former mining town: hewed ridges, residue slides, broken mine equipment and hills that aren’t actually hills, but mine tailings heaped several stories high. The tailings mounds are mono-tone gray, red or jet black and they deny the growth of any plant life. Healthy fir trees grow in tight stands but only in those places where humanity hasn’t …
(In 2008, I accompanied the Messenger to Iran. This is part 1 of my recollection of that important journey. Part 2) Heat rose like steam off the streets of Tehran. Every few blocks we came upon a new river: six lanes moving fast and no street lights to slow the rushing cars. It was 5pm and a city of 8.5 million was eager to get home. Darlene and I were on a day’s walk through this vast city, trying to find our feet so …
This is in response to the questions asked about the New Message on the Universal Life Church Blog. No. The New Message says that God has sent different revelations to meet the needs of different people at different times. And though the needs and circumstances of people change, God’s core intention is constant across all of God’s revelations. According to the New Message, this intention is to redeem the separated through knowledge. “God is everywhere, redeeming the separated through Knowledge, through a deeper …
When I was 10 years old I climbed to the top floor of our house because I heard a voice. I went up slowly, pausing to listen. I crawled on hands and knees across the short landing that led to my parents room and pressed my ear against the door. It was unlike any voice I’d ever heard. My father’s name was mentioned. Something about “Preparation,” and then “You, Marshall…” I pulled back from the door and sat there for a while. The …
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