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The Body Broken

Robert Benson

The Body Broken

Robert Benson

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Popular author Robert Benson personally examines the intolerance and the possibilities for healing within the Christian community. Benson writes gracefully about what binds Chrisitians together as well as what threatens to keep them apart. An important spiritual reckoning with the demons and angels Christianity faces today.

- Publisher 1 LOOKING AT THE MYSTERY You are no longer aliens in a foreign land, but fellow citizens with God's people, members of God's own household. You are being built with all the rest into a spiritual dwelling for God. --Saint Paul O God, creator and preserver of all, we pray especially for thy holy Church: that it may be so guided and governed by thy good Spirit, that all who profess themselves Christians may be led into the way of truth, and hold the faith in unity of spirit, in the bonds of peace, and in righteousness of life. And this we beg for Jesus Christ's sake. Amen. --The Book of Common Prayer One of our neighbors is, by her own description, an old widow woman. Miss Dessie is in her seventies, and she lives next door and she works nights as a maintenance worker in the pediatric ward of one of the hospitals in the city. One of us--my wife, my son, my daughter, or myself--will see her most every day, and we try to be a good enough neighbor to her so she will continue to say what she has said about us a time or two: that "The Lord done sent y'all to me." Which is the sort of thing that she says after we do something like deliver her spare key when she locks herself out, or water her monkey grass when we are watering ours, or mow her lawn when we have our mower out. It is not much for us to do, I admit, but she likes it when we do those things. We are becoming more and more convinced that God sent Miss Dessie to us, if the truth be told. Because she has to be at the hospital in time for the graveyard shift, she leaves her house in the dark each night about 9:30. She walks the two blocks to the corner just in time to catch a bus that will take her a mile to a place where she waits on another corner for another bus. That one will take her to yet another corner, at which point she gets off and walks the six blocks or so to the hospital. By bus, it can take her more than an hour to make a trip that only takes about ten minutes by car. We will be coming home from somewhere some evening, and it will be cold or raining or both, and we will see Miss Dessie walking or waiting, and we will run her to work in our car. She used to have a car of her own, but she loaned it to a woman who ran the engine without any oil and the engine died, and now the car sits useless in Miss Dessie's driveway between her house and ours. It may be better that way, because I am not convinced that Miss Dessie is tall enough to see over the steering wheel anyway. Once or twice we have tried to organize a rotating carpool among the neighbors to drive her to work, but she is resistant to being that dependent on anyone. One night, as we were driving her to work, we told Miss Dessie how much we worried about her out in the dark, walking through streets that can still be something less than friendly in the neighborhoods between here and the hospital. We asked her if she was ever afraid. "No, no," she said. "I just pull my front door to and lock it up and turn around at the top of the steps and say, 'I am washed in the blood of the Lamb.' And then I just go on down the steps." Evidently, that is all that it takes for her to be ready to go out into the dark and not be afraid. More than once, I have found myself wishing that I could see God and my relationship to God in the same pure and simple way that Miss Dessie does. A few years ago, the nice quiet life in the suburbs that my wife and I had fashioned for just the two of us came to an end. My two teenage children came to live with us, so we moved from one part of the city to another so that we could be nearer to certain schools and particular friends and close cousins. That's when we ended up in Miss Dessie's neighborhood, which is just five minutes or so from the heart of the city,

- Publisher A lifelong Christian pilgrim and seeker, Robert Benson has shared the prayers, rituals, conversations, and practices of many different denominations. His broad range of ecumenical experiences have led to moments of great joy and deep fellowship, but they have also opened his eyes to the misunderstanding and the intolerance that constantly threaten to dismember the whole Body of Christ. The Body Broken is an honest and moving meditation on the Gospel imperative to love one another as brothers and sisters, even as we choose to live and express our faith in differing ways.

- Publisher

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About "The Body Broken"

Popular author Robert Benson personally examines the intolerance and the possibilities for healing within the Christian community. Benson writes gracefully about what binds Chrisitians together as well as what threatens to keep them apart. An important spiritual reckoning with the demons and angels Christianity faces today.
- Publisher

1 LOOKING AT THE MYSTERY You are no longer aliens in a foreign land, but fellow citizens with God's people, members of God's own household. You are being built with all the rest into a spiritual dwelling for God. --Saint Paul O God, creator and preserver of all, we pray especially for thy holy Church: that it may be so guided and governed by thy good Spirit, that all who profess themselves Christians may be led into the way of truth, and hold the faith in unity of spirit, in the bonds of peace, and in righteousness of life. And this we beg for Jesus Christ's sake. Amen. --The Book of Common Prayer One of our neighbors is, by her own description, an old widow woman. Miss Dessie is in her seventies, and she lives next door and she works nights as a maintenance worker in the pediatric ward of one of the hospitals in the city. One of us--my wife, my son, my daughter, or myself--will see her most every day, and we try to be a good enough neighbor to her so she will continue to say what she has said about us a time or two: that "The Lord done sent y'all to me." Which is the sort of thing that she says after we do something like deliver her spare key when she locks herself out, or water her monkey grass when we are watering ours, or mow her lawn when we have our mower out. It is not much for us to do, I admit, but she likes it when we do those things. We are becoming more and more convinced that God sent Miss Dessie to us, if the truth be told. Because she has to be at the hospital in time for the graveyard shift, she leaves her house in the dark each night about 9:30. She walks the two blocks to the corner just in time to catch a bus that will take her a mile to a place where she waits on another corner for another bus. That one will take her to yet another corner, at which point she gets off and walks the six blocks or so to the hospital. By bus, it can take her more than an hour to make a trip that only takes about ten minutes by car. We will be coming home from somewhere some evening, and it will be cold or raining or both, and we will see Miss Dessie walking or waiting, and we will run her to work in our car. She used to have a car of her own, but she loaned it to a woman who ran the engine without any oil and the engine died, and now the car sits useless in Miss Dessie's driveway between her house and ours. It may be better that way, because I am not convinced that Miss Dessie is tall enough to see over the steering wheel anyway. Once or twice we have tried to organize a rotating carpool among the neighbors to drive her to work, but she is resistant to being that dependent on anyone. One night, as we were driving her to work, we told Miss Dessie how much we worried about her out in the dark, walking through streets that can still be something less than friendly in the neighborhoods between here and the hospital. We asked her if she was ever afraid. "No, no," she said. "I just pull my front door to and lock it up and turn around at the top of the steps and say, 'I am washed in the blood of the Lamb.' And then I just go on down the steps." Evidently, that is all that it takes for her to be ready to go out into the dark and not be afraid. More than once, I have found myself wishing that I could see God and my relationship to God in the same pure and simple way that Miss Dessie does. A few years ago, the nice quiet life in the suburbs that my wife and I had fashioned for just the two of us came to an end. My two teenage children came to live with us, so we moved from one part of the city to another so that we could be nearer to certain schools and particular friends and close cousins. That's when we ended up in Miss Dessie's neighborhood, which is just five minutes or so from the heart of the city,
- Publisher

A lifelong Christian pilgrim and seeker, Robert Benson has shared the prayers, rituals, conversations, and practices of many different denominations. His broad range of ecumenical experiences have led to moments of great joy and deep fellowship, but they have also opened his eyes to the misunderstanding and the intolerance that constantly threaten to dismember the whole Body of Christ. The Body Broken is an honest and moving meditation on the Gospel imperative to love one another as brothers and sisters, even as we choose to live and express our faith in differing ways.
- Publisher

Meet the Author

Robert Benson

Robert Benson is a popular author, spiritual director and conference speaker. He is the author of six previous books, including Living Prayer, Venite : A Book of Daily Prayer, Digging In: Tending to Life in Your Own Backyard, Home by Another Way: Notes from the Caribbean, The Body Broken: Answering God's Call to Love One Another and Between the Dreaming and the Coming True. He lives in Nashville, Tennessee.

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Product Details
  • Catalogue Code 209445
  • Product Code 0385506147
  • EAN 9780385506144
  • Pages 157
  • Department Academic
  • Category Church
  • Sub-Category Church Life/issues
  • Publisher Doubleday
  • Publication Date Sep 2003
  • Dimensions 216 x 147 x 20 mm
  • Weight 0.299kg

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