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.
At the foot of the cross, women nailed to the ground by grief. A short way off, more women with their knitting sticks, brows furrowed, lips pursed, though whether against death or thieves or Romans or a dropped stitch noone … Continue reading →
The children are playing “parade.” They cut branches and leaves and grass to wave like flags. They throw their coats on the earth to make a colourful parade ground. They ride on their neighbour’s baby donkey and their friend’s large … Continue reading →
The adjudicator comes in pomp; the judge in different circumstances. Sunday’s parodied parade is parlayed into Friday’s farce of a trial. _________________________ Indebted to Marcus J. Borg and John Dominic Crossan, The Last Week: What the Gospels Really Teach About … Continue reading →
I have spent some time this week replacing our traditional Stations of the Cross – marked by burlap and felt minimally abstracted designs hung at fourteen points around the church sanctuary – with “interactive” or “experiential” Stations. I think I’ll … Continue reading →
Death breaks more than the body. This morning, I came home to an email – because that’s how we’re doing it now – to say that my Auntie Joyce had died. It was not unexpected, and in many ways I … Continue reading →
Luke 1: 26-38: In the sixth month the angel Gabriel was sent by God to a town in Galilee called Nazareth, to a virgin engaged to a man whose name was Joseph, of the house of David. The virgin’s name … Continue reading →
So, it has come to this. This weekend, a thousand or so local souls gathered to protest and pray that the plan to prohibit the exception of contraception from select people’s health insurance would be overturned.* Put another way, the … Continue reading →
My younger daughter, elder god-daughter, and their friends are out tonight sleeping in boxes in solidarity with the people of our region who sleep that way regularly, and not by choice. Needless to say, I am proud of them. It also … Continue reading →
Tonight we prayed the Stations of the Cross. There were only three of us, so there were no robes or processional cross; but we sang the Stabat Mater in the plainest of plainsong made beautiful by the gift of prayer; … Continue reading →
over the water 