Holy Reverie Blog

Easier said than…lived!

“There is nothing permanent except change,” Heraclitus taught in 5th century BCE; John F. Kennedy had a twentieth-century version: “Change is the law of life. And those who look only to the past or present are certain to miss the future.” “Change is growth,” I have blithely said to people faced with changing jobs, changing schools, changing homes. Now it is my turn to practice what I preach. I am writing this from the coast of Maine, in front of a flickering fire that we built this morning to... Read More
Posted by Robyn Maudlin at Wednesday, August 26, 2015 | 0 comments
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Being Christian

Over the past three weeks, I’ve been delivering a sermon series on what it means to believe and how our beliefs are shaped. The series has given me an opportunity to develop a complex idea over the course of many weeks, a true luxury not often afforded a preacher. One of the observations I’ve noted is how diverse the Calvary community is when it comes to what we believe and even how we define belief.  For most of Christian history, belief has played the most critical role in... Read More
Posted by Robyn Maudlin at Wednesday, August 19, 2015 | 4 comments
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"The Donald:" A Sign of our Times

It's been gnawing away at my mind for months: in our culture today, humility is seen as weakness, self-promotion is at the top of our culture's admired traits.    Little did I know that Donald Trump would be at the forefront of the nation's attention, on every news program, every printed and cyber-sent press release, to prove my point.    Things didn't use to be this way. Back as recently as the mid-seventies, priests of our denomination would not have dreamed of "running... Read More
Posted by Robyn Maudlin at Wednesday, August 12, 2015 | 3 comments
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The Deer

As a deer longs for flowing streams, so my soul longs for you, O God. Psalm 42:1 When I was a little girl, I liked to go to a little brook that ran through my grandmother's farm in north Louisiana. The clear, clean water was only a few inches deep and made the loveliest gurgling sound as it moved over the sandy creek bottom. It was a perfect place for building miniature dams out of twigs and pebbles and whatever else was handy. Sometimes I created entire villages on the bank, furnishing... Read More
Posted by Robyn Maudlin at Wednesday, August 5, 2015 | 0 comments
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