Monthly Archives: August 2018

By halves

My mother’s mantra haunts me: Never do things by halves; Continue reading

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Be angry, but do not sin

Righteous anger can be used to the advantage of the kingdom of God; championing the abolition of slavery; fighting the Nazi holocaust; marching to make sure that everyone has heard and understood that Black Lives Matter; defending the defenceless and the endangered. But anger is only useful as a tool in the hands of one who has control of it, and who is not controlled by it. Continue reading

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Bread and miracles

The feeding of the five thousand is reported in every gospel because that story of Jesus taking bread, and giving thanks, and breaking it open reminds us of the love that God has for us, which is poured out for us as often as we seek it, as much as we need it, as long as we are hungry for it; and not only for us alone but for every stranger on the hillside who holds out her hands for a crumb of comfort. The miracle, the thing which is beyond our understanding, the extent and reach, the abundance of God’s love for us. Continue reading

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Heron

Heron: hunched, gray, no plumage to waste on a kingfisher display; patient as a vulture, impassive as a judge, dangling the business end of its beak like a sword until an itch hits its wing-pit; it contorts it like a silly … Continue reading

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