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Monthly Archives: May 2018
Riptide currents race through green fields revealing their true colours, wrecking sirens’ songs, drowning desire with their own unfettered appetites; they stain the earth with lively riot, catching into their whirling dance flotsam and jetsam, driftwood that passes this way, … Continue reading
It matters that we know a God who will not allow for isolation, or desolation, who does not disown God’s children, but who sets out time and again, through the prophets, through the wilderness, through the sacraments, through the Spirit to remind us that we are not only created in God’s image, but that God has committed Godself to us, irrevocably, unbreakably. Continue reading
If fire represents the Holy Spirit, then we have blasphemed the Spirit of God by making fire the creature of our destruction instead of the essence of our life.
The Holy Spirit, on the other hand, cannot be tamed, and does not destroy when given free reign, because she is not our creature to control, but she is the very essence of God, who is love. Continue reading
I recommend that you acquire a copy, and keep it close for those moments when, for the sake of faith or sanity, you need to find yourself reflected in the mirror of another soul that has wrestled with life and with God. Continue reading
God as the she-bear protecting her cubs kept coming back around to haunt us. Continue reading
My Creator, when you made sea monsters for sport, why would you not make me buoyant, flattening the waves, smoothing surfaces, resting zen-like on the moon’s reflection, bathed beautiful by her silver light; why not fiercely playful, breaking unexpectedly, tossing … Continue reading