No sermon this Sunday, simply the observation that today’s Gospel whispered to me of those times that you have slipped into the back of the church, trying to melt into the shadows cast by the dark-wood pews, sure only of the sense of deep transgression stepping over that thresh-hold; only to find yourself called forward, irresistibly, by the grace of Jesus gripping you by its nail-scarred hands, drawing you to the very seat of love, feeding you with the very life of Christ, releasing you blinking and bewildered back into the sun beyond the heavy oak doors, lighter, bleaching back into the background with a snaggle-toothed smile of wonder …
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