#vocation — Public Fediverse posts
Live and recent posts from across the Fediverse tagged #vocation, aggregated by home.social.
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How I became disenchanted with #work and got back to my #vocation after spending years in #tech. It's a cycle that is repeating, but now has a new name.
https://unattributed.cc/2026/08/12/workism-ai-and-vocations/
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How I became disenchanted with #work and got back to my #vocation after spending years in #tech. It's a cycle that is repeating, but now has a new name.
https://unattributed.cc/2026/08/12/workism-ai-and-vocations/
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How I became disenchanted with #work and got back to my #vocation after spending years in #tech. It's a cycle that is repeating, but now has a new name.
https://unattributed.cc/2026/08/12/workism-ai-and-vocations/
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How I became disenchanted with #work and got back to my #vocation after spending years in #tech. It's a cycle that is repeating, but now has a new name.
https://unattributed.cc/2026/08/12/workism-ai-and-vocations/
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How I became disenchanted with #work and got back to my #vocation after spending years in #tech. It's a cycle that is repeating, but now has a new name.
https://unattributed.cc/2026/08/12/workism-ai-and-vocations/
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How I became disenchanted with #work and got back to my #vocation after spending years in #tech. It's a cycle that is repeating, but now has a new name.
https://unattributed.cc/2026/08/12/workism-ai-and-vocations/
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The sailor tells of stormy gales, of oxen talks the farmer,
The soldier counts his wounds, of sheep the shepherd prates away;
I sing of hours in rosy bowers, of dalliance with my charmer:
We all have here our proper sphere — his part let each one play.
[Navita de ventis, de tauris narrat arator,
Enumerat miles vulnera, pastor oves.
Nos contra angusto versantes proelia lecto:
Qua pote quisque, in ea conterat arte diem.]Propertius (50-16 BC) Roman elegiac poet [Sextus Propertius]
Elegies, Book 2, Elegy 1, l. 43ff (2.1.43–46) [tr. Cranstoun (1875)]More about (and translations of) this quote: wist.info/propertius/85363/
#quote #quotes #quotation #qotd #propertius #expertise #job #profession #shoptalk #sphere #vocation #poet #poetry
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🤗🎶✝️🛐👑🫂🏩👐❤️☁️🌈☁️❤️🩵❤️🪽😇🪽💦🕊️❤️🔥💒🩵🌍❤️🍥🎶🎵🤗*We are called by one vocation!*Members of one family!*Heirs through Christ of one salvation!*Let us live in harmony!*Nor by strife embitter life!*Journeying to eternity!*Let us shun all vain contention!*Touching words!*& outward things!*Whence!*alas!*so much dissension!*& such bitter rancor springs!*Troubles cease!*where Christ brings peace!*& sweet healing on His wings!🤗🎵🎶🛐👑🫂🏩💒💦🕊️❤️🔥🫶☁️🌈☁️🍥🌀🪽😇🪽✝️🎶🎵🤗
#We #Are #Called #by #One #Vocation #GOD #Jesus #Christ #Holy #Spirit
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🤗🎶✝️🛐👑🫂🏩👐❤️☁️🌈☁️❤️🩵❤️🪽😇🪽💦🕊️❤️🔥💒🩵🌍❤️🍥🎶🎵🤗*We are called by one vocation!*Members of one family!*Heirs through Christ of one salvation!*Let us live in harmony!*Nor by strife embitter life!*Journeying to eternity!*Let us shun all vain contention!*Touching words!*& outward things!*Whence!*alas!*so much dissension!*& such bitter rancor springs!*Troubles cease!*where Christ brings peace!*& sweet healing on His wings!🤗🎵🎶🛐👑🫂🏩💒💦🕊️❤️🔥🫶☁️🌈☁️🍥🌀🪽😇🪽✝️🎶🎵🤗
#We #Are #Called #by #One #Vocation #GOD #Jesus #Christ #Holy #Spirit
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🤗🎶✝️🛐👑🫂🏩👐❤️☁️🌈☁️❤️🩵❤️🪽😇🪽💦🕊️❤️🔥💒🩵🌍❤️🍥🎶🎵🤗*We are called by one vocation!*Members of one family!*Heirs through Christ of one salvation!*Let us live in harmony!*Nor by strife embitter life!*Journeying to eternity!*Let us shun all vain contention!*Touching words!*& outward things!*Whence!*alas!*so much dissension!*& such bitter rancor springs!*Troubles cease!*where Christ brings peace!*& sweet healing on His wings!🤗🎵🎶🛐👑🫂🏩💒💦🕊️❤️🔥🫶☁️🌈☁️🍥🌀🪽😇🪽✝️🎶🎵🤗
#We #Are #Called #by #One #Vocation #GOD #Jesus #Christ #Holy #Spirit
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🤗🎶✝️🛐👑🫂🏩👐❤️☁️🌈☁️❤️🩵❤️🪽😇🪽💦🕊️❤️🔥💒🩵🌍❤️🍥🎶🎵🤗*We are called by one vocation!*Members of one family!*Heirs through Christ of one salvation!*Let us live in harmony!*Nor by strife embitter life!*Journeying to eternity!*Let us shun all vain contention!*Touching words!*& outward things!*Whence!*alas!*so much dissension!*& such bitter rancor springs!*Troubles cease!*where Christ brings peace!*& sweet healing on His wings!🤗🎵🎶🛐👑🫂🏩💒💦🕊️❤️🔥🫶☁️🌈☁️🍥🌀🪽😇🪽✝️🎶🎵🤗
#We #Are #Called #by #One #Vocation #GOD #Jesus #Christ #Holy #Spirit
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🤗🎶✝️🛐👑🫂🏩👐❤️☁️🌈☁️❤️🩵❤️🪽😇🪽💦🕊️❤️🔥💒🩵🌍❤️🍥🎶🎵🤗*We are called by one vocation!*Members of one family!*Heirs through Christ of one salvation!*Let us live in harmony!*Nor by strife embitter life!*Journeying to eternity!*Let us shun all vain contention!*Touching words!*& outward things!*Whence!*alas!*so much dissension!*& such bitter rancor springs!*Troubles cease!*where Christ brings peace!*& sweet healing on His wings!🤗🎵🎶🛐👑🫂🏩💒💦🕊️❤️🔥🫶☁️🌈☁️🍥🌀🪽😇🪽✝️🎶🎵🤗
#We #Are #Called #by #One #Vocation #GOD #Jesus #Christ #Holy #Spirit
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🤗🎶✝️🛐👑🫂🏩👐❤️☁️🌈☁️❤️🩵❤️🪽😇🪽💦🕊️❤️🔥💒🩵🌍❤️🍥🎶🎵🤗*We are called by one vocation!*Members of one family!*Heirs through Christ of one salvation!*Let us live in harmony!*Nor by strife embitter life!*Journeying to eternity!*Let us shun all vain contention!*Touching words!*& outward things!*Whence!*alas!*so much dissension!*& such bitter rancor springs!*Troubles cease!*where Christ brings peace!*& sweet healing on His wings!🤗🎵🎶🛐👑🫂🏩💒💦🕊️❤️🔥🫶☁️🌈☁️🍥🌀🪽😇🪽✝️🎶🎵🤗
#We #Are #Called #by #One #Vocation #GOD #Jesus #Christ #Holy #Spirit
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🤗🎶✝️🛐👑🫂🏩👐❤️☁️🌈☁️❤️🩵❤️🪽😇🪽💦🕊️❤️🔥💒🩵🌍❤️🍥🎶🎵🤗*We are called by one vocation!*Members of one family!*Heirs through Christ of one salvation!*Let us live in harmony!*Nor by strife embitter life!*Journeying to eternity!*Let us shun all vain contention!*Touching words!*& outward things!*Whence!*alas!*so much dissension!*& such bitter rancor springs!*Troubles cease!*where Christ brings peace!*& sweet healing on His wings!🤗🎵🎶🛐👑🫂🏩💒💦🕊️❤️🔥🫶☁️🌈☁️🍥🌀🪽😇🪽✝️🎶🎵🤗
#We #Are #Called #by #One #Vocation #GOD #Jesus #Christ #Holy #Spirit
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🤗🎶✝️🛐👑🫂🏩👐❤️☁️🌈☁️❤️🩵❤️🪽😇🪽💦🕊️❤️🔥💒🩵🌍❤️🍥🎶🎵🤗*We are called by one vocation!*Members of one family!*Heirs through Christ of one salvation!*Let us live in harmony!*Nor by strife embitter life!*Journeying to eternity!*Let us shun all vain contention!*Touching words!*& outward things!*Whence!*alas!*so much dissension!*& such bitter rancor springs!*Troubles cease!*where Christ brings peace!*& sweet healing on His wings!🤗🎵🎶🛐👑🫂🏩💒💦🕊️❤️🔥🫶☁️🌈☁️🍥🌀🪽😇🪽✝️🎶🎵🤗
#We #Are #Called #by #One #Vocation #GOD #Jesus #Christ #Holy #Spirit
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🤗🎶✝️🛐👑🫂🏩👐❤️☁️🌈☁️❤️🩵❤️🪽😇🪽💦🕊️❤️🔥💒🩵🌍❤️🍥🎶🎵🤗*We are called by one vocation!*Members of one family!*Heirs through Christ of one salvation!*Let us live in harmony!*Nor by strife embitter life!*Journeying to eternity!*Let us shun all vain contention!*Touching words!*& outward things!*Whence!*alas!*so much dissension!*& such bitter rancor springs!*Troubles cease!*where Christ brings peace!*& sweet healing on His wings!🤗🎵🎶🛐👑🫂🏩💒💦🕊️❤️🔥🫶☁️🌈☁️🍥🌀🪽😇🪽✝️🎶🎵🤗
#We #Are #Called #by #One #Vocation #GOD #Jesus #Christ #Holy #Spirit
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🤗🎶✝️🛐👑🫂🏩👐❤️☁️🌈☁️❤️🩵❤️🪽😇🪽💦🕊️❤️🔥💒🩵🌍❤️🍥🎶🎵🤗*We are called by one vocation!*Members of one family!*Heirs through Christ of one salvation!*Let us live in harmony!*Nor by strife embitter life!*Journeying to eternity!*Let us shun all vain contention!*Touching words!*& outward things!*Whence!*alas!*so much dissension!*& such bitter rancor springs!*Troubles cease!*where Christ brings peace!*& sweet healing on His wings!🤗🎵🎶🛐👑🫂🏩💒💦🕊️❤️🔥🫶☁️🌈☁️🍥🌀🪽😇🪽✝️🎶🎵🤗
#We #Are #Called #by #One #Vocation #GOD #Jesus #Christ #Holy #Spirit
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🤗🎶✝️🛐👑🫂🏩👐❤️☁️🌈☁️❤️🩵❤️🪽😇🪽💦🕊️❤️🔥💒🩵🌍❤️🍥🎶🎵🤗*We are called by one vocation!*Members of one family!*Heirs through Christ of one salvation!*Let us live in harmony!*Nor by strife embitter life!*Journeying to eternity!*Let us shun all vain contention!*Touching words!*& outward things!*Whence!*alas!*so much dissension!*& such bitter rancor springs!*Troubles cease!*where Christ brings peace!*& sweet healing on His wings!🤗🎵🎶🛐👑🫂🏩💒💦🕊️❤️🔥🫶☁️🌈☁️🍥🌀🪽😇🪽✝️🎶🎵🤗
#We #Are #Called #by #One #Vocation #GOD #Jesus #Christ #Holy #Spirit
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🤗🎶✝️🛐👑🫂🏩👐❤️☁️🌈☁️❤️🩵❤️🪽😇🪽💦🕊️❤️🔥💒🩵🌍❤️🍥🎶🎵🤗*We are called by one vocation!*Members of one family!*Heirs through Christ of one salvation!*Let us live in harmony!*Nor by strife embitter life!*Journeying to eternity!*Let us shun all vain contention!*Touching words!*& outward things!*Whence!*alas!*so much dissension!*& such bitter rancor springs!*Troubles cease!*where Christ brings peace!*& sweet healing on His wings!🤗🎵🎶🛐👑🫂🏩💒💦🕊️❤️🔥🫶☁️🌈☁️🍥🌀🪽😇🪽✝️🎶🎵🤗
#We #Are #Called #by #One #Vocation #GOD #Jesus #Christ #Holy #Spirit
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🤗🎶🎵🎼🌐✝️🛐👑🫂🏩💗🍥🌀👐❤️💌🫶☁️🌈☁️🪽😇🪽💦🕊️❤️🔥💒🩵🌍🎶🎵🎼🤗*We are called by one vocation!*Members of one family!*Heirs through Christ of one salvation!*Let us live in harmony!*Nor by strife embitter life!*Journeying to eternity!*Let us shun all vain contention!*Touching words!*& outward things!*Whence!*alas!*so much dissension!*& such bitter rancor springs!*Troubles cease!👉
#One #Vocation #GOD #Jesus #Christ #Holy #Spirit #Savior #Light #World #Heaven #Hope #Peace #Faith #Truth #Goodness #Love
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🤗🎶🎵🎼🌐✝️🛐👑🫂🏩💗🍥🌀👐❤️💌🫶☁️🌈☁️🪽😇🪽💦🕊️❤️🔥💒🩵🌍🎶🎵🎼🤗*We are called by one vocation!*Members of one family!*Heirs through Christ of one salvation!*Let us live in harmony!*Nor by strife embitter life!*Journeying to eternity!👉
#We #Are #Called #by #One #Vocation #GOD #Jesus #Christ #Holy #Spirit #Savior #Light #World #Pray #Believe #Christian #Heaven #Hope #Peace #Faith #Truth #Goodness #Kindness #Gentleness #Understanding #Love #One #Another #Harmony #Journey #Eternity #Sweet #Healing #Wings #Angels #Hymn #Unity
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🤗🎶🎵🎼🌐✝️🛐👑🫂🏩💗🍥🌀👐❤️💌🫶☁️🌈☁️🪽😇🪽💦🕊️❤️🔥💒🩵🌍🎶🎵🎼🤗*We Are Called by One Vocation!🤗🎶🎵🎼🌐✝️🛐👑🫂🏩💒💦🕊️❤️🔥🩵💗🍥🌀👐❤️💌🫶🎠🤸🏿♀️🎡🩵💗🍥🌀☁️🌈☁️🪽😇🪽🌍🎶🎵🎼🤗👉
#We #Are #Called #by #One #Vocation #GOD #Jesus #Christ #Holy #Spirit #Savior #Light #World #Christian #Heaven #Hope #Peace #Faith #Truth #Goodness #Kindness #Gentleness #Understanding #Love #Harmony #Journey #Eternity #Sweet #Healing #Wings #Angels #Hymn #Unity
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🤗☁️🌈☁️🪽😇🪽🌐🌍💗💦🕊️💒❤️🔥✝️🛐👑💌👐🫂🏩🫶🩵🫧🍥🌀🎠🤸🏿♀️🎡🤗[But the wisdom from above is first pure!*then peaceable!*gentle!*open to reason!*full of mercy!*& good fruits!*impartial!*& sincere!*& a harvest of righteousness is sown in peace by those who make peace!]🤗✝️🛐👑💌🫂🏩🩵☁️🌈☁️🪽😇🪽🌐🌍🫶👐❤️💦🕊️❤️🔥💒🤗
(James 3:13-18)
#Wisdom #from #Above #We #Are #Called #by #One #Vocation #UNITY #GOD #JESUS #Christ #Holy #Spirit #Savior #Light #World #Pray #Christian #Heaven #Hope #Peace #Faith #Truth #Goodness #Kindne #Understanding #Love #Harmony -
🤗☁️🌈☁️🪽😇🪽🌐🌍💗💦🕊️💒❤️🔥✝️🛐👑💌👐🫂🏩🫶🩵🫧🍥🌀🎠🤸🏿♀️🎡🤗[But the wisdom from above is first pure!*then peaceable!*gentle!*open to reason!*full of mercy!*& good fruits!*impartial!*& sincere!*& a harvest of righteousness is sown in peace by those who make peace!]🤗✝️🛐👑💌🫂🏩🩵☁️🌈☁️🪽😇🪽🌐🌍🫶👐❤️💦🕊️❤️🔥💒🤗
(James 3:13-18)
#Wisdom #from #Above #We #Are #Called #by #One #Vocation #UNITY #GOD #JESUS #Christ #Holy #Spirit #Savior #Light #World #Pray #Christian #Heaven #Hope #Peace #Faith #Truth #Goodness #Kindne #Understanding #Love #Harmony -
🤗☁️🌈☁️🪽😇🪽🌐🌍💗💦🕊️💒❤️🔥✝️🛐👑💌👐🫂🏩🫶🩵🫧🍥🌀🎠🤸🏿♀️🎡🤗[But the wisdom from above is first pure!*then peaceable!*gentle!*open to reason!*full of mercy!*& good fruits!*impartial!*& sincere!*& a harvest of righteousness is sown in peace by those who make peace!]🤗✝️🛐👑💌🫂🏩🩵☁️🌈☁️🪽😇🪽🌐🌍🫶👐❤️💦🕊️❤️🔥💒🤗
(James 3:13-18)
#Wisdom #from #Above #We #Are #Called #by #One #Vocation #UNITY #GOD #JESUS #Christ #Holy #Spirit #Savior #Light #World #Pray #Christian #Heaven #Hope #Peace #Faith #Truth #Goodness #Kindne #Understanding #Love #Harmony -
🤗☁️🌈☁️🪽😇🪽🌐🌍💗💦🕊️💒❤️🔥✝️🛐👑💌👐🫂🏩🫶🩵🫧🍥🌀🎠🤸🏿♀️🎡🤗[But the wisdom from above is first pure!*then peaceable!*gentle!*open to reason!*full of mercy!*& good fruits!*impartial!*& sincere!*& a harvest of righteousness is sown in peace by those who make peace!]🤗✝️🛐👑💌🫂🏩🩵☁️🌈☁️🪽😇🪽🌐🌍🫶👐❤️💦🕊️❤️🔥💒🤗
(James 3:13-18)
#Wisdom #from #Above #We #Are #Called #by #One #Vocation #UNITY #GOD #JESUS #Christ #Holy #Spirit #Savior #Light #World #Pray #Christian #Heaven #Hope #Peace #Faith #Truth #Goodness #Kindne #Understanding #Love #Harmony -
🤗☁️🌈☁️🪽😇🪽🌐🌍💗💦🕊️💒❤️🔥✝️🛐👑💌👐🫂🏩🫶🩵🫧🍥🌀🎠🤸🏿♀️🎡🤗[But the wisdom from above is first pure!*then peaceable!*gentle!*open to reason!*full of mercy!*& good fruits!*impartial!*& sincere!*& a harvest of righteousness is sown in peace by those who make peace!]🤗✝️🛐👑💌🫂🏩🩵☁️🌈☁️🪽😇🪽🌐🌍🫶👐❤️💦🕊️❤️🔥💒🤗
(James 3:13-18)
#Wisdom #from #Above #We #Are #Called #by #One #Vocation #UNITY #GOD #JESUS #Christ #Holy #Spirit #Savior #Light #World #Pray #Christian #Heaven #Hope #Peace #Faith #Truth #Goodness #Kindne #Understanding #Love #Harmony -
🤗☁️🌈☁️🪽😇🪽🌐🌍💗💦🕊️💒❤️🔥✝️🛐👑💌👐🫂🏩🫶🩵🫧🍥🌀🎠🤸🏿♀️🎡🤗[But the wisdom from above is first pure!*then peaceable!*gentle!*open to reason!*full of mercy!*& good fruits!*impartial!*& sincere!*& a harvest of righteousness is sown in peace by those who make peace!]🤗✝️🛐👑💌🫂🏩🩵☁️🌈☁️🪽😇🪽🌐🌍🫶👐❤️💦🕊️❤️🔥💒🤗
(James 3:13-18)
#Wisdom #from #Above #We #Are #Called #by #One #Vocation #UNITY #GOD #JESUS #Christ #Holy #Spirit #Savior #Light #World #Pray #Christian #Heaven #Hope #Peace #Faith #Truth #Goodness #Kindne #Understanding #Love #Harmony -
🤗☁️🌈☁️🪽😇🪽🌐🌍💗💦🕊️💒❤️🔥✝️🛐👑💌👐🫂🏩🫶🩵🫧🍥🌀🎠🤸🏿♀️🎡🤗[But the wisdom from above is first pure!*then peaceable!*gentle!*open to reason!*full of mercy!*& good fruits!*impartial!*& sincere!*& a harvest of righteousness is sown in peace by those who make peace!]🤗✝️🛐👑💌🫂🏩🩵☁️🌈☁️🪽😇🪽🌐🌍🫶👐❤️💦🕊️❤️🔥💒🤗
(James 3:13-18)
#Wisdom #from #Above #We #Are #Called #by #One #Vocation #UNITY #GOD #JESUS #Christ #Holy #Spirit #Savior #Light #World #Pray #Christian #Heaven #Hope #Peace #Faith #Truth #Goodness #Kindne #Understanding #Love #Harmony -
🤗☁️🌈☁️🪽😇🪽🌐🌍💗💦🕊️💒❤️🔥✝️🛐👑💌👐🫂🏩🫶🩵🫧🍥🌀🎠🤸🏿♀️🎡🤗[But the wisdom from above is first pure!*then peaceable!*gentle!*open to reason!*full of mercy!*& good fruits!*impartial!*& sincere!*& a harvest of righteousness is sown in peace by those who make peace!]🤗✝️🛐👑💌🫂🏩🩵☁️🌈☁️🪽😇🪽🌐🌍🫶👐❤️💦🕊️❤️🔥💒🤗
(James 3:13-18)
#Wisdom #from #Above #We #Are #Called #by #One #Vocation #UNITY #GOD #JESUS #Christ #Holy #Spirit #Savior #Light #World #Pray #Christian #Heaven #Hope #Peace #Faith #Truth #Goodness #Kindne #Understanding #Love #Harmony -
🤗☁️🌈☁️🪽😇🪽🌐🌍💗💦🕊️💒❤️🔥✝️🛐👑💌👐🫂🏩🫶🩵🫧🍥🌀🎠🤸🏿♀️🎡🤗[But the wisdom from above is first pure!*then peaceable!*gentle!*open to reason!*full of mercy!*& good fruits!*impartial!*& sincere!*& a harvest of righteousness is sown in peace by those who make peace!]🤗✝️🛐👑💌🫂🏩🩵☁️🌈☁️🪽😇🪽🌐🌍🫶👐❤️💦🕊️❤️🔥💒🤗
(James 3:13-18)
#Wisdom #from #Above #We #Are #Called #by #One #Vocation #UNITY #GOD #JESUS #Christ #Holy #Spirit #Savior #Light #World #Pray #Christian #Heaven #Hope #Peace #Faith #Truth #Goodness #Kindne #Understanding #Love #Harmony -
🤗☁️🌈☁️🪽😇🪽🌐🌍💗💦🕊️💒❤️🔥✝️🛐👑💌👐🫂🏩🫶🩵🫧🍥🌀🎠🤸🏿♀️🎡🤗[But the wisdom from above is first pure!*then peaceable!*gentle!*open to reason!*full of mercy!*& good fruits!*impartial!*& sincere!*& a harvest of righteousness is sown in peace by those who make peace!]🤗✝️🛐👑💌🫂🏩🩵☁️🌈☁️🪽😇🪽🌐🌍🫶👐❤️💦🕊️❤️🔥💒🤗
(James 3:13-18)
#Wisdom #from #Above #We #Are #Called #by #One #Vocation #UNITY #GOD #JESUS #Christ #Holy #Spirit #Savior #Light #World #Pray #Christian #Heaven #Hope #Peace #Faith #Truth #Goodness #Kindne #Understanding #Love #Harmony -
🤗☁️🌈☁️🪽😇🪽🌐🌍💗💦🕊️💒❤️🔥✝️🛐👑💌👐🫂🏩🫶🩵🫧🍥🌀🎠🤸🏿♀️🎡🤗(For where jealousy!*& selfish ambition exist!*there will be disorder!*& every vile practice!)👉
(James 3:13-18)
#Wisdom #from #Above #We #Are #Called #by #One #Vocation #UNITY #GOD #JESUS #Christ #Holy #Spirit #Savior #Light #World #Pray #Believe #Christian #Heaven #Hope #Peace #Faith #Truth #Goodness #Kindness #Hospitality #Understanding #Love #One #Another #Harmony #Journey #Eternity #Sweet #Healing #Wings #Angels #WRITING #JEWISH #AND #US #ALL #ON #EARTH -
🤗☁️🌈☁️🪽😇🪽🌐🌍💗💦🕊️💒❤️🔥✝️🛐👑💌👐🫂🏩🫶🩵🫧🍥🌀🎠🤸🏿♀️🎡🤗(But if you have bitter jealousy!*& selfish ambition in your hearts!*do not boast!*& be false to the truth!*This is not the wisdom that comes down from above!*but is earthly!*unspiritual!*demonic!)👉
(James 3:13-18)
#Wisdom #from #Above #We #Are #Called #by #One #Vocation #GOD #JESUS #Christ #Holy #Spirit #Savior #Light #World #Pray #Christian #Heaven #Hope #Peace #Faith #Truth #Goodness #Kindness #Gentleness #Love #Harmony #JEWISH #AND #US #ALL #ON #EARTH -
This is from a survey, conducted by a researcher at the University of Manchester, on using #AI in #Academic #Research.
Why would a researcher *want* to reduce their 'cognitive burden'? Choosing to do research is choosing to think very, very hard about something. 'Until your brain bleeds' as a friend of mine once said, in response to his partner, a musician, who was complaining they were practicing so hard their fingers bled.
Academic research is - or should be - a #Vocation. = #ResistAI
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SYDNEY: A lot of writers drink. Some drink before they write and some drink after they write. The ones that concern me are the ones who drink instead of writing. Even though a number of people have tried, no on has yet found a way to drink for a living.
Jean Kerr (1922-2003) American author and playwright [b. Bridget Jean Collins]
Poor Richard, Act 1 (1965)More about this quote: wist.info/kerr-jean/30921/
#quote #quotes #quotation #qotd #jeankerr #alcohol #alcoholism #creativework #drinking #intoxication #job #vocation #work #writers #writing
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Dear fellow #writers , #bloggers of the #fediverse :
What would you rather write about 🫣 📐 🔭 ⚖️ 📚 ❤️🔥 ❔
Please, feel free to comment!! 💬
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Visual Art Interpretation – My Hopes and Dreams for the Next Year
This feels less like a list of resolutions than a marquee-map of my identity and desire: a radiant, hand-made 2027 filled not so much with tasks to accomplish as with the people, callings, loves, and practices that make my life feel alive.
The bright red border and repeated golden lights give it the appearance of a theater sign, a carnival ride, or an illuminated road. It seems to announce the year joyfully: Here is what I hope will shine. But inside that celebratory outline, the words do not sit neatly in straight lines. They curve, turn, reverse, overlap, and require the eye to travel. That seems important. My hopes are not separate boxes. Pastor, husband, author, musician, PeaceGrooves creator, friend, artist, woodworker, child of God—all of these identities wind through and around one another.
The words I placed inside the year—Sing, Play, Memories, God, Laugh, Journey, Pastor, Author, Husband, PeaceGrooves, Friends, Art, Church, Love, Woodcraft—are striking to me because so many of them are relational or creative. Even the roles are not primarily about achievement. Author is near Husband. Pastor winds along the same road as Journey. PeaceGrooves circles alongside Friends, Church, Love, and creativity. I did not imagine the coming year as productivity alone. I imagined it as belonging, expression, vocation, joy, and connection.
The Word I Did Not Write
After finishing the piece, I realized that I did not write health or healing anywhere inside it. Those things matter deeply to me, especially in light of some of the physical concerns and uncertainties I have been carrying. And yet, perhaps their absence does not mean they were forgotten. Perhaps I instinctively wrote the life I hope healing will allow me to continue inhabiting.
I did not write healing, but I wrote Sing-Play: the hope that my body and spirit can still release themselves into music.
I wrote Laugh: the hope for lightness, delight, and joy.
I wrote Journey: the hope that I can continue moving forward.
I wrote Husband and Friends: the hope of remaining present in love and relationship rather than retreating into worry or isolation.
I wrote Pastor and Church: the hope that I can continue serving meaningfully among people.
I wrote Art, Author, Woodcraft, and PeaceGrooves: the hope that creativity will continue flowing through me rather than being swallowed up by discouragement, exhaustion, or fear.
Perhaps healing is everywhere in this drawing without having been named. It is hidden beneath almost every word: Let me be well enough, free enough, encouraged enough, and alive enough to keep inhabiting these loves.
But perhaps the omission also tells me something tender and difficult about myself. When I think about the future, I often think first about what I can give, create, serve, love, and build. I may not always think first about what I need. This picture invites me to remember that somewhere in the glowing year ahead, there must also be room for my own care. I am not only the husband, pastor, artist, author, musician, friend, and creator. I am also a person who needs healing, rest, gentleness, and grace.
The Smear Between Author and Husband
One of the small accidents in the piece occurred in the space between Author and Husband. Water smeared the color there, and I had to cover it as best I could. I was mostly able to hide the mistake, though I know it happened. I know that beneath the finished surface there is a place where the colors once ran together in a way I did not intend.
That accidental smear now feels strangely meaningful. Author and Husband are two of my most intimate identities: the part of me that creates worlds and gives language to inner experience, and the part of me that shares an actual life in love and covenant with another person. Perhaps those two identities were never meant to be sharply separated. My writing rises from my lived relationships, from tenderness, memory, fear, faith, longing, disappointment, and love. And my creative life inevitably spills into the life I share with my wife.
The water touched the border between those words, and I tried to repair it. That is not a failure of the picture. It may be one of the most honest parts of it. Life does not remain perfectly inside the lines. The roles I care most about do not remain untouched by mess, vulnerability, or accident. Sometimes the colors run together. Sometimes I try to cover what went wrong. Sometimes a trace remains, visible mostly to me.
Yet I did not throw the picture away. I continued working on it. I allowed the imperfection to become part of the finished whole.
Perhaps that is an image of grace. A life of grace is not a life where nothing ever gets smeared. It is a life in which even the smeared places can be incorporated into the beauty.
Church: Almost Illegible
I also noticed that Church almost looks like “Churgh.” It is there, but it is not the clearest or most immediately readable word. That, too, feels symbolic.
Church is deeply present in my hopes for the coming year. It is part of who I am, part of my calling, part of my relationship with God and with community. But church is not always simple or perfectly clear. It can be difficult to read. It can be beautiful and messy, life-giving and exhausting, sacred and profoundly human all at once.
In this picture, church does not appear by itself in a clean, isolated space. It is crowded into a circling path alongside other words: Love, Friends, Art, perhaps even the movements of creativity and ministry surrounding it. That seems truthful. For me, church is not separate from love, friendship, art, imagination, service, or reconciliation. It is entangled with them.
The fact that the word is only almost clear may express something I feel: church is something I continue to believe in and belong to, while also still trying to see clearly. It is present. It matters. It is part of the year I hope to live. But it is not polished or uncomplicated.
Perhaps that is what makes it real.
The Shape of the Year
The large number itself is not simply filled in. It becomes a winding course. The words curve around turns and corners; some appear upright from one angle and upside down from another. To read the whole image, I almost have to rotate it, follow it, and let my eyes travel through it.
That feels like an honest representation of the year ahead. I do not know exactly how it will unfold. My hopes do not form a straight road or a neatly numbered plan. They form a brightly lit labyrinth. Something that appears upside down from one position may look different once I travel farther along the curve. Something that seems peripheral now may become central. Something disappointing may redirect me toward an unexpected opening.
This drawing does not say, Here is my plan to master the next year.
It says, Here is the glowing path I hope to inhabit.
That is truer to my life. Music feeds ministry. Woodcraft feeds contemplation. Writing feeds faith. PeaceGrooves gathers together my imagination, my longing for peace, my love of play, and my desire to offer something meaningful to others. Marriage and friendship keep my creative life from becoming merely solitary. Church places my personal dreams within a larger body. God is not outside all these things, looking down upon them from a distance, but present among them.
My life is not a ladder climbing toward a single success. It is a winding, illuminated journey through many loves.
The Lights Around the Border
The repeated yellow bulbs around the border give the piece a vintage, celebratory feeling. They make the year look like something being announced: a show beginning, a stage opening, a bright invitation to enter.
There is something almost exuberant about it. I did not draw a quiet little calendar page or a restrained list of intentions. I drew the year as a spectacle of hope. These dreams are not small to me. They are worthy of light. Music, laughter, love, friendship, art, faith, craft, writing, church, PeaceGrooves—these are not hobbies or decorative extras around the edge of life. They are among the things that make life worth living.
And yet the lights are not machine-perfect. They are hand-drawn. Each one is slightly different. Some are rounder, some rougher, some more irregular. That matters too. The brightness of this coming year is not a slick commercial promise that everything will be perfect. It is the brightness I have carefully drawn around my hopes with my own imperfect hand.
Most moving of all, the lights continue around the bends. They do not shine only along the smooth or impressive stretches. They follow the narrow turns, the dips, the places where the shape curls inward. The light does not abandon the complicated places.
What This Picture Says to Me
This is a picture of my hope not merely to survive another year, but to remain fully myself within it.
I want to sing and play.
I want to laugh.
I want to remember.
I want to journey.
I want to love and be loved.
I want to remain a husband, a pastor, an author, an artist, a craftsman, a musician, a friend, and a dreamer.
I want PeaceGrooves not merely to exist as a project, but to become an expression of something deep within me: my longing to imagine, create, and make peace.
I want God not as an abstract religious idea floating somewhere outside my life, but as a living presence woven among music, love, creativity, friendship, church, memory, laughter, and journey.
And perhaps beneath the entire picture is the word I did not write: wholeness.
Wholeness includes health. It includes healing. But it is larger than both. It is the hope that all these different names for myself will not compete with one another, break apart, or fade away, but somehow curve together into a single radiant life.
The smear between Author and Husband, the almost-illegible Church, the reversed words, the crowded pathways, the uneven bulbs, and the wandering design do not lessen the picture. They make it more truthful.
My hopes for the next year are not cleanly arranged or perfectly protected from mistakes. They are handmade. They are entangled. They are vulnerable. They are colorful. They are imperfect.
And they are still shining.
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Pressed Petals
On Art, Obscurity, and Faithful Release
I am trying to understand the pressure within me.
I do not think the problem is that I want to complete things. Completion is not wrong. It is good to finish. It is good to give form to what has been stirring within me. It is good to bring a story, a song, a piece of art, a sermon, a reflection, or a book to the point into the world outside of me.
I also do not think the problem is that everything I see or do becomes inspiration. That is not really true. I am not endlessly turning every bird, every headline, every conversation, every historical fact, every passing image into a mandate. But I am a creative person. I do receive the world creatively. I do carry within me stories upon stories, art upon art, songs upon songs. I am full to the brim.
I could burn all my writings. I could get rid of all my wood and tools, my instruments, artist pens, notebooks, and unfinished manuscripts. I could live in an empty house. But I would still be me.
I would still be full.
So the question is not simply, “How do I get rid of the pressure?” The pressure is not only in the objects around me. The pressure is in the love, the longing, the calling, the imagination, and the grief within me. It is in the fact that I have created so much, imagined so much, begun so much, and hoped so much.
Maybe the deeper issue is timing.
Maybe it is not forcing things to be seen. Maybe it is not demanding that every creation immediately justify itself in the world. Maybe it is about creating because creating is part of who I am, and then learning when and how to release what I have made.
But even that is difficult, because my creations are not merely products to me. They are not just content. They are not just files, posts, pages, songs, or images. They feel like children.
And if they are children, then do I not owe them a life?
Do they not deserve to be born, released into the world, seen, growing, making children of their own? Is that not what seeds are supposed to do? A seed is not meant to remain forever in its packet. A song is not meant to remain forever unheard. A story is not meant to remain forever unread. A painting is not meant to remain forever unseen.
A child is not meant to remain forever in the nursery.
This is where the theology of less becomes hard for me.
I can understand becoming less before God. I can understand humility. I can understand that fame is not salvation, that platform is not faithfulness, that applause is not the measure of a life. I can understand that hiddenness can be holy and smallness can be faithful.
But I do not know how to make peace with the utter unfairness of being unknown.
It feels unfair that shallow things are seen while deep things disappear. It feels unfair that loud things are rewarded while quiet, careful, soulful things are ignored. It feels unfair that some people seem born with platforms, networks, confidence, and an audience, while others carry whole worlds inside them and can barely find a door. It feels unfair that my creations might never have the chance to become what they could become in the world.
Not to compare, but it seems others will always have more. Their gardens will be bigger. Their opinions will be loud. Their books will be published. Their children will be giants. Their lives will be important. Their plans will be successful. Their family will enlarge. Their church will be mega. Their ministry will be blessed. Their corporation will grow. Their house will be comfortable.
And I fear that I will become less.
A pressed faded flower in a dusty book.
My words without weight. My writings unknown. My children tufts of grass in city sidewalks. My life hidden. My hopes dashed. My name ended. My chapel tiny. My faith questioned. My business failed. My home feeling like old dead skin. And I, a creature curled in some coffin hole.
That is the fear underneath the pressure.
It is not only that I want success. It is that obscurity feels like abandonment. It feels like my creations have been born into a world that has no room for them. It feels like I have been faithful to them by bringing them forth, but the world has not been faithful in receiving them.
And yet, perhaps I am being asked to distinguish between faithful release and guaranteed reception.
I can birth the work.
I can name the work.
I can feed it, clothe it, revise it, shape it, bless it.
I can give it a door.
I can show it a road.
I can release it into the world.But I cannot make the world welcome it.
That is where the pain is. That is where the unfairness lives. I want not only to create the work, but to protect it from neglect. I want to be artist and audience, parent and world, sower and weather, seed and soil. I want to make sure that what I have loved does not disappear.
But maybe that is too much for me to carry.
Maybe my creations are my children, but they are not my saviors.
Maybe I owe them faithful release, but I do not owe them guaranteed success.
Maybe I can grieve obscurity without hearing it as a verdict.
That sentence matters to me: I can grieve obscurity without hearing it as a verdict
Because obscurity speaks like a judge. It says, “No one knows this, therefore it does not matter. No one read this, therefore it has no weight. No one heard this, therefore it was not a real song. No one saw this, therefore it was not real art. No one published this, therefore it was not a real book. No one noticed this life, therefore this life was wasted.”
But obscurity is not God.
Obscurity does not get to name the value of my work.
Still, I cannot pretend that visibility does not matter at all. That would be dishonest. My creations do need windows. They do need doors. They do need pathways. They do need some way to move beyond me. If I keep everything hidden forever out of fear, confusion, perfectionism, or despair, then I am not being faithful to them.
So perhaps the theology of less is not to “make peace with never being seen.”
Perhaps it is: make doors without worshiping doors.
Make the book.
Make the post.
Make the song page.
Make the archive.
Make the submission.
Make the collection.
Make the small press.
Make the reading.
Make the gathering place.
Make the simple, faithful path by which the work can walk into the world.But do not demand that the door become a throne.
Do not demand that every release become vindication.
Do not demand that every creation prove my life was worth living.
That is where I become Atlas beneath a planet of creation. I carry not only the work itself, but its future, its reception, its audience, its influence, its children, its grandchildren, its whole imagined destiny. I am not only trying to make things. I am trying to guarantee what they will become.
No wonder I feel incapacitated.
Perhaps the faithful question is smaller.
Not, “What will become of all my creations?”
But, “What does this one need next?”
This one story.
This one song.
This one image.
This one reflection.
This one book.
This one child of my imagination.Does it need finishing?
Does it need editing?
Does it need a cover?
Does it need to be posted?
Does it need to be submitted?
Does it need to be gathered with others?
Does it need to rest until its season comes?
Does it need to remain a seed a little longer?That is not abandonment. That is attention.
I cannot parent the whole household of my imagination all at once. I cannot carry every child at the same time. I cannot give every creation its full future today. But I can turn toward one and ask what faithfulness looks like now.
This is not less love.
It may actually be a better stronger love.
Panic says, “I must get everything out before it is too late.”
Faithfulness says, “I will give this one the care it needs today.”
Panic says, “If this is not seen widely, I have failed.”
Faithfulness says, “I will give it a real path into the world, and then I will release what I cannot control.”
Panic says, “My birthings are dying in obscurity.”
Faithfulness says, “Some seeds sleep before they rise.”
I do not want to use seed language too cheaply. Seeds are supposed to grow. I know that. That is exactly why it hurts. Seeds want soil, light, water, air, room. My creations want communion. They want to meet other lives. They want to make children of their own.
But perhaps the timing of growth is not always mine to command.
Some seeds grow quickly. Some grow slowly. Some are carried by birds. Some lie hidden until fire, flood, winter, or strange mercy opens them. Some become roots long before they become leaves. Some feed the soil that feeds another tree.
This does not remove the ache.
But maybe it removes some of the accusation and guilt.
I am not betraying my creations simply because they are not yet widely known. I betray them only if I refuse to love them truthfully, shape them faithfully, and give the ones that are ready a way outside myself.
So I will try to live by a gentler discipline.
I will create because creating is part of who I am.
I will complete what I can, not because completion saves me, but because form and formation is a kind of love.
I will release what is ready, not because release guarantees success, but because communion is part of the nature of art.
I will build openings, but I will not worship doors.
I will grieve obscurity, but I will not hear it as a verdict.
I will remember that my creations may be my children, but they are not my saviors.
I will remember that I owe them faithful release, not guaranteed success.
I will remember that I am not artist and audience, parent and world, sower and weather, seed and soil. I am not Atlas. I am a finite creature with a full heart, a crowded imagination, and one life.
So perhaps my prayer is this:
God of seeds and seasons,
teach me how to love what I have made without being crushed by it.
Teach me how to complete what is mine to complete.
Teach me how to release what is ready to be released.
Teach me how to wait without calling waiting failure.
Teach me how to build openings without worshiping doors.
Teach me how to grieve the unfairness of being unknown without letting obscurity become my judge.Bless my stories, my songs, my art, my sermons, my reflections, my unfinished fragments, my hidden children.
Give them life where life is possible.
Give them readers, listeners, viewers, companions, and future children if that is their path.
And where they must wait, let them wait as seeds, not broken corpses.Let me be faithful to them.
Let me be free from needing them to save me.
Let me create because I am alive.
Let me release because love seeks communion.
Let me rest because I am not God.I give you this one thing I make today.
I bless it.
I open the door.
I let it walk.
I return to the waiting room within.
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Aussi cessons de parler de #vocation (http://fr.wiktionary.org/wiki/vocation) pour la #teamProfs. Enseigner est un métier qui s'apprend.
Nulle place à "un appel de Dieu" ou encore à une impossibilité à faire autre chose.
D'éventuelles prédispositions ne peuvent en aucun cas suffir pour exercer ce "métier impossible" selon #Freud. -
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2 disparitions marquantes pour celles et ceux qui travaillent la question du sens et des conditions du #travail.
-> Edward L. Deci, co-fondateur avec Ryan de la théorie de l’autodétermination. La motivation durable ne se décrète pas, elle repose sur des conditions : #autonomie réelle, sentiment de compétence, appartenance => on ne “motivera” jamais durablement contre l’organisation du travail.
-> Fobazi Ettarh, autrice de la notion de vocational awe => mécanisme d’idéalisation des métiers “de #vocation” => effacement de soi au nom de la mission.
Deux pensées de l’engagement au travail, loin du bavardage #RH...
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Cafh: Una vez descubierto cuál es el anhelo más profundo que albergamos en nuestro corazón, queda en nuestras manos decidir cuánto queremos comprometer para realizarlo.
Once we discover the most profound longing in our heart, it is up to us to decide how far we wish to commit ourselves to fulfill it.
#cafhglobal.com #cafh.org #meditation #introspection #vocation #spirituality #silence
#discernmentImage by Peggychoucair from Pixabay
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Cafh: Once we discover the most profound longing in our heart, it is up to us to decide how far we wish to commit ourselves to fulfill it.
Una vez descubierto cuál es el anhelo más profundo que albergamos en nuestro corazón, queda en nuestras manos decidir cuánto queremos comprometer para realizarlo.
#cafhglobal.com #cafh.org #meditation #introspection #vocation #spirituality #silence
#discernmentImage by Peggychoucair from Pixabay
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The #Zohar instructs us:
"...A person’s real work in this world
is the work of the Blessed Holy One"...
There is #work (as #job) & there is real work (what we are on the #Earth to accomplish: our #vocation therefore). We are here to do the #divine work on Earth in this time & place. https://bit.ly/3SZVL8J -
Citation 9 jours avec Sainte Claire d’Assise par Sœur Marie de l’Eucharistie
#editionsdesbeatitudes #claire #sainte #meditation #priere #spiritualite #chretien #divin #vocation #conseil #fidele #fidelite #christ #pauvre #vierge #lien #livre #booklover
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PERHAPS THEY'LL TEACH THIS IN VO-TECH SOMEDAY #society #politics #law #vocation #writing #bookcafe #art_of_review #errtlings #politics #opinion #author #review #philosophy #democracy #government
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Holy Orders is a sacrament of service in the Church, calling men to serve as deacons, priests, or bishops. It leaves a permanent mark on the soul and is vital for the Church's mission. Deacons serve at Mass and in the community, priests lead parishes and offer sacraments, and bishops oversee dioceses. Ordination involves a Rite where the bishop prays for the Holy Spirit's grace. Pray for more vocations and support those serving. #HolyOrders #Faith #Vocation #Leadership https://young-catholics.com/13481/the-sacrament-of-holy-orders/
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Quote of the day, 10 April: Jessica Powers
I love Abraham, that old weather-beaten
unwavering nomad; when God called to him,
no tender hand wedged time into his stay.
His faith erupted him into a way
far-off and strange. How many miles are there
from Ur to Haran? Where does Canaan lie,
or slow mysterious Egypt sit and wait?
How could he think his ancient thigh would bear
nations, or how consent that Isaac die,
with never an outcry nor an anguished prayer?
I think, alas, how I manipulate
dates and decisions, pull apart the dark,
dally with doubts here and with counsel there,
take out old maps and stare.
Was there a call at all, my fears remark.
I cry out: Abraham, old nomad you,
are you my father? Come to me in pity.
Mine is a far and lonely journey too.Sister Miriam of the Holy Spirit, O.C.D. (Jessica Powers)
Abraham (1967; 1984)
Powers, J 1999, The Selected Poetry of Jessica Powers, ICS Publications, Washington DC.
Featured image: Abraham serving the angels is an oil on oak panel painted by Rembrandt van Rijn (Dutch, 1607–1669) in 1646. In this scene from Genesis 18, Abraham welcomes three mysterious visitors who renew God’s promise of a son. Sarah, standing in the doorway at right, overhears and laughs in disbelief. Image credit: Netherlands Institute for Art History / Wikimedia Commons (Public domain)
⬦ Reflection Question ⬦
Where is God calling you to walk by faith today—without a map, without delay?
⬦ Join the conversation in the comments.#Abraham #faith #JessicaPowers #journey #OldTestament #poetry #readiness #SrMiriamOfTheHolySpirit #vocation
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Not everyone is made for the moment
Some are called.
It is where the word “#vocation” comes from.
http://inaniludibrio.com/2025/03/20/not-everyone-is-made-for-the-moment/
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Job versus vocation
There is a huge difference between a job and vocation. A job is what we hold to earn money to meet economic demands. A vocation (from Latin vocatus, calling) is what we are called to do with our life’s energy. It is a requisite part of our individuation to feel that we are productive, and not responding to one’s calling can damage the soul.
~ James Hollisslip:4a1480.
#InspirationalQuotesBookReviewed #JamesHollis #Quotes #Vocation
