Monthly Archives: April 2018


“Those who say, “I love God,” and hate their brothers or sisters, are liars; for those who do not love a brother or sister whom they have seen, cannot love God whom they have not seen,” warns the letter writer, and if we are in any way human, our heart sinks. We know whereof we are guilty. Continue reading

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Mark the urgent evangelist

The word, “immediately,” occurs more than twenty times in Mark’s sixteen brief chapters. There is an urgency to his proclamation of the “good news about Jesus Christ, the Son of God” which has its own profound beauty. Continue reading

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Stealing the gospel

More guns bring more violence, and we have had enough of the ‘gall of bitterness and the chains of wickedness.’ Continue reading

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Resurrection and reality

If you think that the world is so bewildering that nothing makes sense, Jesus has come so patiently to point out his hands, his feet, his broken body, his own spear-pierced heart, to tell us that he is with us, that he has redeemed all of it. Continue reading

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Silent prayer

Eyelids lowered, immersed in unstillness and disquiet; the tumble dryer tumbles, the dishwasher sloshes, the circuits in my head hum in ecstatic, rhythmic union with the beverage fridge. Beyond the glass, fighting rip tides on the wind, a frantic bird … Continue reading

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Stick, stuck

The tree, twisted painfully as though caught turning trying to pluck her own fruit, throwing out her trunk, hunched and laboured, reminds me of my mother, pained by my petulant face: “If the wind changes,” she’d say, “you’ll be stuck … Continue reading

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Waking up to a resurrection revolution

Fifty years have passed, now, since King’s sermon at the Cathedral, and his subsequent assassination. If this death of his had been but sleep, as some of the poets say, and he were to awaken and return today, I wonder if he would be in any way disturbed by the kind of revolution whose results met Rip Van Winkle, or Thomas the apostle. Continue reading

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