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About Rosalind C Hughes

Rosalind C Hughes is an Episcopal priest, poet, and author living near the shores of Lake Erie. After growing up in England and Wales, and living briefly in Singapore, she is now settled in Ohio. Rosalind is the author of A Family Like Mine: Biblical Stories of Love, Loss, and Longing , and Whom Shall I Fear? Urgent Questions for Christians in an Age of Violence, both from Upper Room Books. She loves the lake, misses the ocean, and is finally coming to terms with snow.

Costly

Posted on May 21, 2015 by Rosalind C Hughes

What if the sound of a rushing wind blows you out of the water, running back to that place you last called home, fallen now, weeping again by the roadside? What if the very thought of tongues of flame raises … Continue reading →

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Year B Easter 7: outside agitators and inside voices

Posted on May 17, 2015 by Rosalind C Hughes

The leaders in Jerusalem, religious and secular, were anticipating with no small degree of anxiety next weekend’s Festival of Weeks, or Pentecost, so called because it fell fifty (pente) days after Passover; a full week of weeks since death was … Continue reading →

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Ascending

Posted on May 14, 2015 by Rosalind C Hughes

because the grip of gravity cannot hold life down when heaven waits

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Is it?

Posted on May 12, 2015 by Rosalind C Hughes

it is not as though love can outrun the shadows  thrown by the long stones

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Year B Easter 6: water and blood, a Mothers Day proclamation

Posted on May 10, 2015 by Rosalind C Hughes

“This is the one who came by water and blood, Jesus Christ, not with the water only but with the water and the blood. And the Spirit is the one that testifies, for the Spirit is the truth.” I don’t … Continue reading →

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I am from…

Posted on May 7, 2015 by Rosalind C Hughes

have you ever done one of these? I was introduced to the “I am from” form at a conference this week. Honestly, as an adoptee, an immigrant, an exile from my own history I don’t do well with the perennial … Continue reading →

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Year B Easter 5: abide with me

Posted on May 3, 2015 by Rosalind C Hughes

I can’t help but think that to judge God’s will by the outcome of our prayers that way is a pretty dangerous sort of reverse-engineering. Continue reading →

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Scarred

Posted on April 30, 2015 by Rosalind C Hughes

Love came upon me like a wound, got under my skin and stretched me out until something must give; drew me in, knit together ragged. Long acquaintance dulls sensation, the red seal fades to a silver thread; the abiding sign … Continue reading →

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on the edge

Posted on April 29, 2015 by Rosalind C Hughes

Smoke obscures the view, tears blur the vision once clearly anunciated, lost in translation. There is no safe way that you can see for yourself. Will you wait, then, to find out who’s left standing when the smoke clears?

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Seasonal allergies

Posted on April 27, 2015 by Rosalind C Hughes

(because it’s not all resurrection and roses) My body defies resurrection, denies the rites of spring, answers the eruption of blossom with its own eructations of tears. Defeated, it turns toward the tomb, rolls the seal across the doorway, countering … Continue reading →

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