Monthly Archives: April 2015

Scarred

Love came upon me like a wound, got under my skin and stretched me out until something must give; drew me in, knit together ragged. Long acquaintance dulls sensation, the red seal fades to a silver thread; the abiding sign … Continue reading

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on the edge

Smoke obscures the view, tears blur the vision once clearly anunciated, lost in translation. There is no safe way that you can see for yourself. Will you wait, then, to find out who’s left standing when the smoke clears?

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Seasonal allergies

(because it’s not all resurrection and roses) My body defies resurrection, denies the rites of spring, answers the eruption of blossom with its own eructations of tears. Defeated, it turns toward the tomb, rolls the seal across the doorway, countering … Continue reading

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Year B Easter 4: What’s in a name?

Eric Garner. Freddie Gray. Freddie Mercury. Machiavelli. What do these names mean to you? Try Jerry Falwell. Billy Graham. Denzel Washington. George Washington. John Paul II. John, Paul, George, and Ringo. Mother Theresa. Mary. Then, of course, there’s Jesus Christ of … Continue reading

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Growing pains

They say you can do anything you set your mind to; then they ask you what you want to be when you grow up. When you answer them, the thorns begin to show. I told them I would be a … Continue reading

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Year B Easter 3: joy and disbelieving

Did you ever feel as though you came in halfway through the story? I mean, that’s not always a bad thing: in film school, they teach this technique called in media res for opening sequences, meaning start in the middle … Continue reading

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There’s a Woman in the Pulpit

There is much hope in this book. There is so much to relate to and to remember. This is a book for women who are pastors, who are mothers, who are sisters, who are daughters, who are human. Which means it will probably work for a whole lot of men, too… Continue reading

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Damien and Marianne of Molokai (and Robert Louis Stevenson of Scotland)

Jesus answered, ‘Go and tell John what you hear and see:
that the blind see beauty, the lame leap for joy, the deaf are sung lullabies, the lepers are loved, a dead faith finds new life and poor souls have good news brought to them.
And blessed is anyone who takes no offence at me.’ Continue reading

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Survivor guilt

It occurred to me this morning that my mother and I do not often talk anymore. It is as though, since she died, our worlds have diverged. Continue reading

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Year B Easter 2: that our joy may be complete

These fifty days of Easter are a strange and troubling time, when the risen Christ walks abroad, taking his disciples by surprise on the road, by the water, behind closed doors, murmuring of Peace. They are days when the signs of God are all around us, the signs of resurrection, calling us into the good news that the kingdom of God has drawn near. Continue reading

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