The Rev. Dr. Debra Samuelson
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ELCA)
When we moved this past summer, a friend of mine sent me a beautiful song, the words to which I have printed here. It is a song we all sing in our lives at one time or another, especially, for many, this time of year. It is a song of lament and a song of trust.
"My Wordless Prayer" by Craig Courtney
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The Rev. Dr. Debra Samuelson
(
ELCA)
Seasons of Mixed Emotions
It has been some months since I have written a blog for Day 1, months of many mixed emotions. We have moved from Atlanta to Minneapolis, Minnesota; from Lutheran Church of the Redeemer to a new community of faith, Lutheran Church of the Good Shepherd where I have accepted the call as senior pastor. My emotions of deep sadness in leaving Redeemer, a strong and faithful congregation where I had served for 15 years, and my great joy in serving Good Shepherd in SW Minneapolis, another strong and faithful, vibrant congregation, are not at opposite ends of the spectrum.
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August 01, 2009
The Rev. Dr. Debra Samuelson
(ELCA)
The Israelites were quick to complain when things didn't go the way they thought they should in the wilderness. We, too, are quick to complain when things don't go as we wish they would, and yet God is faithful. God continues to come to us with grace and mercy.
June 16, 2009
The Rev. Dr. Debra Samuelson
(ELCA)
I do not understand killing in the name of Jesus. I do, however, understand the importance of community, praying for one another and comforting one another in the name of Jesus. I do understand praying for the courage to reject “violence as a means of resolving differences” in the name of Jesus.
May 29, 2009
The Rev. Dr. Debra Samuelson
(ELCA)
Sometimes the Spirit of God comes in unmistakable ways - like the rush of a mighty wind. More often, the breath of God comes in quiet, almost imperceptable ways, that are no less powerful and life-giving.
April 30, 2009
The Rev. Dr. Debra Samuelson
(ELCA)
I’m talking today about friends – old friends. You know the kind – those old friends whom you haven’t seen or spoken to for some time, but when you do see each other, or talk again, you pick up right where you left off – without skipping a beat.