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Year B Easter 4: What’s in a name?
Eric Garner. Freddie Gray. Freddie Mercury. Machiavelli. What do these names mean to you? Try Jerry Falwell. Billy Graham. Denzel Washington. George Washington. John Paul II. John, Paul, George, and Ringo. Mother Theresa. Mary. Then, of course, there’s Jesus Christ of … Continue reading
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Tagged #blacklivesmatter, Acts 5:1-12, Good Shepherd Sunday, John 10, Name of God, Name of Jesus, Year B Easter 4
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Growing pains
They say you can do anything you set your mind to; then they ask you what you want to be when you grow up. When you answer them, the thorns begin to show. I told them I would be a … Continue reading
Year B Easter 3: joy and disbelieving
Did you ever feel as though you came in halfway through the story? I mean, that’s not always a bad thing: in film school, they teach this technique called in media res for opening sequences, meaning start in the middle … Continue reading
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Tagged Acts 3:1-19, doubt, Holy Spirit, in media res, Jesus of Nazareth, Luke 24:36b-48, Peter, power
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There’s a Woman in the Pulpit
There is much hope in this book. There is so much to relate to and to remember. This is a book for women who are pastors, who are mothers, who are sisters, who are daughters, who are human. Which means it will probably work for a whole lot of men, too… Continue reading
Damien and Marianne of Molokai (and Robert Louis Stevenson of Scotland)
Jesus answered, ‘Go and tell John what you hear and see:
that the blind see beauty, the lame leap for joy, the deaf are sung lullabies, the lepers are loved, a dead faith finds new life and poor souls have good news brought to them.
And blessed is anyone who takes no offence at me.’ Continue reading
Survivor guilt
It occurred to me this morning that my mother and I do not often talk anymore. It is as though, since she died, our worlds have diverged. Continue reading
Year B Easter 2: that our joy may be complete
These fifty days of Easter are a strange and troubling time, when the risen Christ walks abroad, taking his disciples by surprise on the road, by the water, behind closed doors, murmuring of Peace. They are days when the signs of God are all around us, the signs of resurrection, calling us into the good news that the kingdom of God has drawn near. Continue reading
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Tagged 1 John 1-2:2, God-sightings, Jesus, John 20:19-31, testimony, Thomas, VBS
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Easter 2015: on not winning
Our Sunday School children know the rule about running at church – the one that says, “Please don’t run in the church.” This morning, the rule was suspended for five minutes – set on a timer – so that the story might be told. Continue reading
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Easter Vigil 2015: ready or not
Last night, I buried Jesus under the apple tree. Good Friday, and the daytime of Holy Saturday, are the only times in the Christian year in which the Eucharist, the Great Thanksgiving, is not celebrated. Instead, on Maundy Thursday at … Continue reading
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Tagged Body of Christ, Easter, Holy Saturday, Resurrection, Sacrament, Vigil
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Good Friday 2015: Bury me at the crossroads
I nail my sins to the cross, not because I blame God, or believe that Jesus should bear my guilt. I have often heard myself cry “crucify,” but this is not that. This is some strange, new hope that comes … Continue reading
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