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An Interview with Lazarus
Of course, they all would ask him about it, after the event. What was it like, being dead? Lazarus would look at them with strange eyes. He would tell them, “I don’t know what I can say to you about … Continue reading
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Tagged CH Spurgeon, Jesus, John 11, Lazarus, miracles, unbinding
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Blind
He sent me away. I don’t know why, having shared with me his spit and mud, he wouldn’t lead me to the pool, cup the water in my hand; he didn’t see the wonder through. If he had, the first … Continue reading
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Tagged Jesus, John 9:1-41, man born blind, miracle
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Year A Lent 3: Come and see
Come and see. That’s what she says. Come and see this man who told me everything I had ever done – could he, he can’t be, the Messiah, can he? Come and see. The woman at the well has got … Continue reading
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Tagged evangelism, Jesus, John 4, Nicodemus, Samaritan woman, woman at the well
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The well woman
“Give me that water,” she said; “no more drudgery of trudging to the well.” He fixed her with a look so keen she felt the bucket of her belly tip over; all told she was empty, and bottomless. The water … Continue reading
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Tagged Jesus, John 4, living water, Samaritan woman, woman at the well
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Year A Lent 2: born again
The thing about being born is that it is less of an event than a process. We might put a time on the birth of a baby, but the minutes and seconds may seem arbitrary after hours or even days … Continue reading
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Tagged abortion, birth, born again, Christianity, David Rensberger, Jesus, John 3:1-17, Joseph of Arimathea, labour, miscarriage, Nicodemus, Pharisees
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Born again
There are no shadows at high noon, or at night, but Nicodemus’ brother is crepuscular, sneaking out in the gray dusk and slinking home at dawn. You will know him by his eyes, blood-red, searching, wildly, for the womb, the last … Continue reading
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Tagged alcoholism, crepuscular, john 3, Nicodemus, whisky, year a lent 2
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Ash Wednesday : heart-rending, heart-mending
“Return to me with all your heart, with fasting, with weeping, and with mourning; rend your hearts and not your clothing,” says the prophet. Rend your hearts: “a broken and contrite heart, O God, you will not despise,” says the … Continue reading
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Tagged 2 Corinthians 5:20b-6:10, Joel 2:1-2 12-17, Matthew 6:1-6 16-21, Psalm 51
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Ash Wednesday treasures
“For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also,” says Jesus. God has invested great treasure in us, making us even out of the dust in the divine image; breathing life into our nostrils, even through God’s own … Continue reading
Year A Last Sunday after the Epiphany: Homeless Jesus and the Transfiguration
Some of you may have seen a news story this past week about a statue that has been installed outside an Episcopal church in Davidson, N.C.[1] The first time she saw it, one neighbourhood resident called the police, thinking that … Continue reading
Transfiguration
Once upon a mountaintop I saw, and having seen could not unsee, forget the white light of a soft robe rendered diamond sharp; its bright folds scratched my eyes. For an instant only, looking up, I saw his face, caught … Continue reading
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