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Podcast 58: A Conversation with John Mark Comer

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John Mark Comer lives Portland, OR, with his with wife Tammy and their three kids – Jude, Moses, and Sunday.

He’s the pastor for teaching and vision at Bridgetown Church, right in the center of the city (by Powell’s Books if you’ve ever been to Portland).

John Mark is also the author of numerous books; My Name is Hope, Loveology, Garden City, and his most recent, God has a Name.

You can download or stream this episode and all of the other episodes of Let The Music Play Podcast in iTunes or at AshtonGustafson.com.

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Podcast 57: Loveable with Dr. Kelly Flanagan

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Dr. Flanagan is a clinical psychologist and a father known to millions for the letters he writes to his children and shares on his blog.

On March 24th of this year, Kelly released his latest book entitled Loveable: Embracing What Is Truest About You, So You Can Truly Embrace Your Life. Loveable is written to the little one in each of us, who is all too ready to be reminded: you are enough, you are not alone, and you matter.

In Loveable, Dr. Flanagan reveals the core insight gleaned from his years of clinical work: you are here for a reason, yet you cannot truly awaken to it until you have first embraced your truest, worthiest self and then allowed yourself to be truly embraced by others.

Weaving heart-warming storytelling, gentle insights, and the wisdom of Dr. Flanagan’s Christian tradition—including his belief that we are all “the living, breathing bearers of the eternal, transcendent, and limitless Love that spun the planets and hung the stars”—these pages invite you to remember the name you were given before all other names: Loveable.

You can stream or download this episode and all other episodes of Let The Music Play Podcast in iTunes or at AshtonGustafson.com.

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Hints that lead to conversion

Everywhere and all the time the universe is trying to teach us something, show us how reality works, and peak our curiosities.

Or to put it another way, Light, Love, and Life are always jockeying for your attention and oozing through everything.

The moment becomes electric once you enroll in the mysterious, gratuitous game of “I spy” that is to be had in the midst of all your moments.

Today, think to yourself, “everything is my teacher.”

And everything could mean…

Gardens.

Smiles.

Another’s tears.

The breeze.

Water.

Fire.

Soil.

Flavor.

Meals.

The dishes.

The pile of legos.

The laundry.

The lawn.

The stars.

Process.

The seasons.

Friendship.

Hardship.

The ocean.

Laughter.

Art.

Your pain.

Another’s pain.

The world’s pain.

Pleasure.

Sunrise.

Sunset.

AKA everything.

Did you see hurry or busy mentioned in anything above?

Then why give them your eyes, energies, and hands?

Why allow them to be your boast?

The question on the other side of the veil won’t be “What did you do?”…it’s going to be “Were you even there?”

Conversion isn’t one and done.

It’s everywhere…all the time.

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This week can we…

…speak with light and love?

…celebrate the success of another?

…earn our 10,000 hours?

…become a redemptive presence in our relationships, careers, and lives?

…ask greater questions?

…be ok with greater mystery?

…not fight the current of process?

…enjoy the process?

…love an enemy?

…forgive an enemy?

…dare to be seen?

 

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Original > Another

This can be just another Monday.

A groggy attempt to reclaim weekend highs with a frustrated posture for wherever you may find yourself in spirit, mind, and body.

Or it can be magical, majestic, and pregnant with possibility and hope.

It can be just another ________

…or it can be an original.

Maybe your children are offering you a song that welcomes you back to your original child-likeness. Remember that ‘you’? That you never had a business card and won’t ever need one either.

Perhaps the sun that will warm your skin today is the same sun humming a tune into the dirt and vines on your block ushering spring into being out of the muck of autumn’s decay. Could the bloom(s) of spring be millions of lovely questions and affirmations bursting specifically for you? If you listen closely, you can hear them exude via color “I’m an original…and so are you!”

Or maybe this monotonous Monday has an agenda that is woven with earth and Heaven? And what if that agenda could use a conduit, a bridge, or a medium to transport something that, end the end, could transform something? What if that conduit was you? What if you were also meant to be in on the transformation?

Call it whatever you need to.

Just don’t call it Monday.

That carries too much baggage.

You’ve been given wings to go somewhere new, eyes to see with possibility, and hands to paint with hope.

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