Monthly Archives: May 2012

Romans 8: 12-17

Belonging Belonging, left longing for freedom, longing for love; owned and disowned in one sweet, divided breath? No. Belonging, beloved; longed-for and loved, left wanting for nothing that father and mother of all can supply, owing no debt in pounds … Continue reading

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A study in contradictions

Psalm 29: One God, gloried by gods Breaking thunder. Powerful and splendid, breaking the cedars of Lebanon, breaking them down, bringing them joy, the joy of a child at play. Stricken lightning. Strong oaks writhe; the all too solid tree-flesh … Continue reading

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Isaiah 6: 1-8

the seraphs, shimmering as if aflame flew on strong winds bellowing the coals to life; even the heavenly hosts used borrowed tools to take cleansing fire to touch my lips, set loose my tongue. Burning from the outside in, swallowing … Continue reading

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The birthday of the Book of Common Prayer

This is an edited version of a sermon celebrating the anniversary of the first English Book of Common Prayer. The anniversary falls on June 9th, but it “is properly celebrated on a weekday following Pentecost,” (Lesser Feasts and Fasts) and my calendar … Continue reading

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Pentecost

Apostles on fire, unconsumed; baring their souls before holy ground.

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And another (Pentecostal) thing …

With all the fuss about people hearing Galileans butchering their own languages with their heavy accents, where are the people curious about the fire sitting on top of these folks’ heads? (“Divided tongues, as of fire, appeared among them, and … Continue reading

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Postponing Pentecost reflections

“How can they be drunk?” asks Peter, in all innocence. “It’s only nine o’clock in the morning!” And every time, I have to smile, or smirk, or weep at his innocence, or naïveté. As in the rest of the gospel … Continue reading

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