Sulha by Cyndy Lavoie with Lugandan Translation

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Lead From the Middle

“What brings a fresh future into being is citizens who are willing to self-organize. An alternative future needs the investment of citizens – leaders not in top positions – who are willing to pay the economic and emotional price that creating something really new requires.” by Peter Block in Community – The Structure of Belonging

We are under the misinformation that leadership comes out of position. It may or may not. Position does not make or determine leadership. In fact, John Maxwell identifies position as the lowest rung of leadership (note Five Levels of Leadership). 

What we have not realized is that leadership, the personal investment in change, where we step up to become part of the solution, can happen at all levels.

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Supernatural Provision

In the last year God has been teaching me to NOT provide for my own needs. This has been a most amazing process and lesson. For instance, I’ll be in a store and I’ll be looking at the soap, thinking, “I am almost out of soap. I should buy some soap.”

But then I think, “Well, I can last another week or so with the soap I have. I’ll just wait to buy soap.” And within that week, lo and behold, someone gifts me some soap. This has happened a couple of times. Just like that.

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To the Ones who Cannot Stop to Grieve

It is bad taste to demand that someone move from one grief only to focus on your primary grief.

I’ve seen this happening quite a bit this last week.

The world is grieving for what happened in Paris and unbelievably cries are heard, ‘Don’t forget Nigeria’, ‘Don’t forget Syria’, ‘Don’t forget (insert your favourite zeal)’

It is bad taste because in demanding attention there is no attention given.

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What I Would Ask My Rapist

A little over a year ago I had a dream. In that dream I was facing the teen, now a man, who had raped me when I was a child. And in my dream I placed my hand on his shoulder and declared the deep healing and forgiveness and restoration of Jesus Christ over him. I then awoke with an indescribable joy that lasted for nearly a week.

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