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Reverence
Yesterday I knelt at an array of unlit candles reading the morning prayer before the noonday sun. “Test me, O Lord, and try me; examine my heart and my mind.” “Do not snatch me away with the wicked and evildoers, … Continue reading
Posted in poetry, prayer
Tagged morning prayer, Psalm 26, Psalm 28, Trinity Cathedral Cleveland
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Pentecost dreaming
What happens [asks the poet] to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore – And then run? Does it stink like rotten meat? Or crust and sugar over – … Continue reading
Posted in sermon
Tagged #blacklivesmatter, Cleveland, dream, dream deferred, Langston Hughes, Michael Brelo, Pentecost, Rachel G. Hackenburg
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Costly
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
Year B Easter 7: outside agitators and inside voices
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
Posted in sermon
Tagged #blacklivesmatter, Acts 1:15-26, Christ, Cleveland, Incarnation, John 17:6-19, Michael Brelo, Pentecost, Tamir Rice
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Ascending
because the grip of gravity cannot hold life down when heaven waits
Is it?
it is not as though love can outrun the shadows thrown by the long stones
Posted in haiku, poetry
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Year B Easter 6: water and blood, a Mothers Day proclamation
“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
I am from…
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
Year B Easter 5: abide with me
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
Scarred
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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