Monthly Archives: March 2012

Palms and the Passion

The adjudicator comes in pomp; the judge in different circumstances. Sunday’s parodied parade is parlayed into Friday’s farce of a trial.

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Stations of the Cross

I have spent some time this week replacing our traditional Stations of the Cross – marked by burlap and felt minimally abstracted designs hung at fourteen points around the church sanctuary – with “interactive” or “experiential” Stations. I think I’ll … Continue reading

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The fragmentation of grief

Death breaks more than the body. This morning, I came home to an email – because that’s how we’re doing it now – to say that my Auntie Joyce had died. It was not unexpected, and in many ways I … Continue reading

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The Annunciation (transferred) and Wisconsin Senate Bill 507

Luke 1: 26-38: In the sixth month the angel Gabriel was sent by God to a town in Galilee called Nazareth, to a virgin engaged to a man whose name was Joseph, of the house of David. The virgin’s name … Continue reading

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Contradicting contraception protests

So, it has come to this. This weekend, a thousand or so local souls gathered to protest and pray that the plan to prohibit the exception of contraception from select people’s health insurance would be overturned.* Put another way, the … Continue reading

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Tea and sympathy in Orwell’s world

My younger daughter, elder god-daughter, and their friends are out tonight sleeping in boxes in solidarity with the people of our region who sleep that way regularly, and not by choice. Needless to say, I am proud of them. It also … Continue reading

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Tea and sympathy

Tonight we prayed the Stations of the Cross. There were only three of us, so there were no robes or processional cross; but we sang the Stabat Mater in the plainest of plainsong made beautiful by the gift of prayer; … Continue reading

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The Archbishop of Canterbury: Poet, Politician, or Parable?

A Homily for Evensong at Trinity Cathedral, Cleveland, on the feast day of Thomas Cranmer, Archbishop and Martyr, March 21st 2012 Thomas Cranmer: was he a romantic or an adventurer? A wise man or an opportunist? Was the man better … Continue reading

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Feed her with love

A child went to stay for the first time with her aunt. Her aunt was anxious that the weekend should go well, and she was not made any less anxious by the child’s mother’s insistence that, “You must tell her … Continue reading

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A Mothering Sunday Story

When my mother was younger, she worked as a nursery assistant in an assessment unit for children with various educational needs. When I had days off school, I got to go help out, and fall in love with the children. … Continue reading

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