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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.

Genesis

I heard that they found a cave on the moon. Even from this twilight I can see craters and cliffs; I cannot imagine that there would not be a cave, but this, they said, could become a home from home, … Continue reading

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Let Jesus be Jesus

For us, and for the sake of our country, this is not a choice between the bullet and the ballot box. This is a choice between the bullet and our souls. Jesus had a choice: call down legions of angels or go to the cross, subvert the power of political violence by defeating death itself. Defeat hatred with the overpowering love of God. Overwhelm vengeance with the suffocating aroma of mercy. Break open the patterns of this world, and let in the kingdom of heaven. Continue reading

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Expectations

“He could do no deed of power there,” they say, “ –  oh, except that he laid his hands on a few sick people and cured them.”

It makes you wonder what their expectations were. Laying hands on the sick and healing them sounds pretty powerful to me. No doubt, for the people healed, for their friends and families, it was life-changing. But to the gospel writer, apparently, no big deal. … Continue reading

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Healing miracles

Let’s look for the good news, though. Jesus supports our efforts toward healing, whether they be grand gestures or creeping, shuffling steps through the crowd. Jesus affirms our faith that things can be better, and that he will help make it so. For the sake of Jesus, we are gathered not as individuals wounded by violence, but as a community pulling together to heal one another’s hurts, to pray and to salve with balm the troubled spirit. Continue reading

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The Nativity of John the Baptist

How terrifying to give birth through these bones that ache with age, flesh that bears the scars of the hungry years; and nearby, Zechariah wrings out words with his eyes: Breathe. Just breathe. Pleasedo not cease to breathe. The birth waters reach their flood; over them the … Continue reading

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The ship

A sermon on Mark 4:35-41 – Jesus stills the storm Jesus, do you not care that we are perishing?   Many years ago, as I was preparing for ordination, I was assigned to do fieldwork at a church far, far … Continue reading

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To speak in parables

To speak in parables: to open the teeth and loose the tongue, to taste truth beyond the metaphor, spit out outrageous similes for God, who is similar to nothing and almost everything; to explain them to his friends: to draw … Continue reading

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The having of forgiveness

It seem to me that the way to remain unforgiven is to look forgiveness in the face and to mistake it for something altogether other, like a child in a hall of mirrors who sees distortion as reality and recoils … Continue reading

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Pride

I think that the message that Jesus is sending here is that we do not need to deny that we are hungry, aching, withered, beloved and loving, marvelously (fabulously) made; but to know that God feeds us, heals us, restores us, loves us; that this is what sabbath is about: resting in the love of God. Continue reading

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Sabbath

Sabbath jubilee: release for the withering will, slow unfurling of a sharply-curved grasp to rejoice in defiant mercy, revolutionary rest; the gift and obligation to lie down like a branch strewn before the quiet feet of God After a hiatus, … Continue reading

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