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Curation : A democratic practice that welcomes contributions from everyone, but not for everything. The curated conversation is not rapid response or open, but gathered, focused, and crafted in response to what stands in front of us . There is space to breathe, to wonder, but also freedom to listen trusting that we are going somewhere, together. -- Media, the distribution of messages and information, is a nearly ubiquitous "thing" that invades our every corner. Media is so strong and controlling that mentioning a popular or loaded concept draws confusion (and often debate) before one ever dons exploratory ears. Media, which is a difficult concept in its own right to define, has created an openness that welcomes too many "viruses" and too few conversations.   There is something within the ubiquity that draws us in, that appears usable, and even, important.  Steve Rosenbaum writes, "Mixed in with this cacophony of consumer content, there is contextually

This morning we are continuing our series in worship – Down By the Riverside. We explore God’s revelatory power in the Red Sea as he frees the Israelites, finally, from the Pharaoh’s arrogance and enslavement. The following story is one reflection on how we often engage our worlds….. Anxiety – worrying about the things you can’t change Arrogance – controlling the past things only God can change. In Exodus, God reveals amidst Israel’s anxiety and Egypt’s arrogance. Friday morning - Micah gave up his “nooks” otherwise known as a pacifier. It was a big deal. Now Micah would never have his pacifier during his daily goings-on, but at naptime and nighttime , the grand search and recovery for the nook was imperative. Without it there was no sleep – for Micah, daddy or mommy. But on Friday morning, Micah told his mommy that he was willing to throw out his nooks; this was an ongoing conversation for the last 6 months. Micah knew that giving them up meant that he could buy a big boy scoo

  I think the Holy Spirit has descended into my iPhone with a very clear message. "I am not a person - look up, for the people are standing in front of you..." Earlier this week I encountered an acquaintance on the sidewalk. He was looking down at his phone as we approached, and I kindly said, Hello friend (using his name in place of friend). He looked up and said hello and returned to his cellular-powered screen. I asked him a quick question to which he quickly looked up again and shot back an answer. I was somewhat offended, but more so convicted. How passed off I felt by his interaction with a less human device. I returned home to recount the story to Lindsay, who graciously listened and never once said, “now you know how I feel when you have your phone in your hands.” She easily could have said that very thing. Instead, as always, she listened, and allowed me to walk myself into revelation. I said to her, “I do that to you sometimes, huh?” “Yes,” she said. And then