Author Archives: Rosalind C Hughes

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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.

Year A Easter 6: Unknown

  William Barclay said,   There were many altars to unknown gods in Athens. Six hundred years before his a terrible pestilence had fallen on the city which nothing could halt. A Cretan poet, Epimenides, had come forward with a … Continue reading

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Sunfall

The only sign of a seam between sea and sky, a bright, slim line; the sun falling, pooling; a slick of liquid gold.

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First Peter: first thoughts

Haiku towards a reflection on the Flood and the ark as symbols of baptism: 1 Peter 3:13-22, Year A Easter 6 Children of the flood, each of us was drowned at birth, startled to breath.

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Year A Easter 5: In Jesus’ Name

Some years ago, a friend’s child got sick. Then she got sicker. … The child recovered, but she had not survived the experience unscathed. Neither, of course, had her parents. During that difficult time, a group of friends were discussing … Continue reading

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In Jesus’ Name

John 14:13-14 “I will do whatever you ask in my name, so that the Father may be glorified in the Son. If in my name you ask me for anything, I will do it.” What if I were to say: … Continue reading

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Mother’s Day

From the side of the multipurpose metro parkway trail, a single angelus transports me: You sing some nursery nonsense as we pack away the picnic stuff; it’s time to go home. Within the forest’s shade, there is nothing to be … Continue reading

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When is a door not a door?

Jesus is posing his listeners a riddle when he talks of himself in the language of the sheep pen. We only get part of the passage today; we don’t hear Jesus, today, call himself the Good Shepherd. That comes immediately … Continue reading

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Hacked into the neural network, the viral voice of the Accuser, fiat crashing in: Deny. Gliding behind the altar: Make room, sinner. The silver pieces gleam complacently. The desert dwellers hunger and my lips are dry. I watch my own … Continue reading

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Wrinkle

Stitching time back together, the threads held slack; more room for tangling and dropped stitches, repetitions overworked and undone; old patterns emerge slanted, fraying, well beloved.

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Year A Easter 2: Thus and so

“But God raised him up, having freed him from death, because it was impossible for him to be held in its power.” So says Peter to the masses of the Jewish people gathered in Jerusalem in the aftermath of the … Continue reading

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