Monthly Archives: September 2015

St Michael and All Angels

They were not created on the first day. They are not light, nor dark; they live in bright shadows in between. They do not rise nor set; they were not created on the fourth day. They are not reputed to … Continue reading

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Year B Proper 21: the hell with it

From this morning’s gospel: If your hand causes you to stumble, cut it off; it is better for you to enter life maimed than to have two hands and to go to hell, to the unquenchable fire. And if your … Continue reading

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After the visit

Then they had left, the front door slamming like a rapidly deflating balloon. The house looked to fall an inch or more. Into the silence that fell with the shroud of exhaust over its face, her home dropped the creaks … Continue reading

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Better

It started out easily enough: I shaved off my hair, my pride and my vanity, and cast it in the fire. Trouble was, I just looked too damned good that way; so I broke the mirror and used the shards … Continue reading

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Year B Proper 20: all the questions you were afraid to ask

A typical conversation with a toddler turning from two to three might go a bit like this: Let’s put on your shoes.   –   Why? Because we need to go shopping for food.   –   Why? So that we have … Continue reading

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Evensong

evening, midweek, overwhelmed and underprayed, counting blessed sheep.

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Year B Proper 19: Jesus, losers, the cross, and The Donald

Are we ashamed of the continuing bitterness of the world, and Christ’s endurance of it? Do we wish in our hearts that he would come down off that cross and smash it with their mallets and pile the pieces into a funeral pyre for all death and suffering, all grief and strife? Of course. Continue reading

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