Life Lines

19 Dec 2018

Not Normal

Submitted by Stephen Winters
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I feel like I am a damaged mixed up sojourner who is just struggling to make it through this life. I have been through so much that has caused me to be "different" than the normal that so many people seem to live in. Yet, I have no desire to be that kind of normal. Even though it is painful to be alone (yet I'm not truly alone) and to be different, to not have people understand, I like who I am and where I am in life. I would not change who I am for anything.

18 Dec 2018

For years I have been searching, thinking, and writing of the many aspects of faith, life, and our place here on this earth. Having researched, visited, and tried many different churches along the way, we have been looking at different theological aspects of life and have come to understand and realize the value of people from all beliefs and all walks of life.

4 Nov 2018
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This morning Emmy and I went to the Unitarian Universalist Church in Corvallis again. Emmy likes to get there early before anybody else does so that she connect with the environment before people get there. Once we arrived at church she sat down at the sofa and table and begin folding bulletins as she normally does. I went into the fellowship hall and set up the tables and chairs that people use doing the snack break.
 
11 Oct 2018

Living A Life of Service

Submitted by Stephen Winters
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When I'm serving others, then I'm using all the stuff around me and thereby connecting with those things, and the environment, in a much deeper and richer way than just sitting around and looking at stuff, and being served.
 
Doing one's best and giving the best service is a rich and exciting way to live. That means never being satisfied with just doing stuff the same old way, just enough to get by. Giving one's best is living our best life now. It means that our mind is ever active, looking how to do things better and better.
 
11 Oct 2018

Giving My Wife the Best

Submitted by Stephen Winters
This article was prompted by my wife recently going back to work. With that came a need for a second car, which we just acquired. That second car is ten years old, but it is much newer than our year 2000 car. Now, who would get the "new" car. Of course, that selfish little kid who lives inside of me said, "Me! My car!" But I quickly put that little bugger back to sleep (although it never really sleeps. But I don't need to listen to it.) So, as I checked over and cleaned the car to give it to her, the beginnings of this article began to form in my mind.
 

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