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Juxtapositions
Last Wednesday, I told a score of people or more that they were going to die. “You are dust,” I reminded them, “and to dust you will return.” And I marked their faces with ash. In the line was my youngest … Continue reading
The slow fast
The slow fast ekes out each last bite of emptiness, hungry for desire.
Fasting = Feasting on Life
Last night, as we finished serving the people, I looked into the chalice and made a quick decision: contrary to our usual practice, the remaining consecrated wine would be sent to the sacristy to be consumed or reverently disposed of … Continue reading
Posted in meditation, other words
Tagged Ash Wednesday, bread, Eucharist, fasting, life, mortality, wine
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Based on a true story
Wednesday’s child The pale girl carried a dark bruise so fresh I flinched, my breath drawn pity and a rush of outrage. I wanted to hold a cold hand to her brow. I wanted to grab her mother’s arm, demand … Continue reading
An untitled, unfinished poem for Transfiguration Sunday
One on the plain, with water and a dove falling from the mouth of God, feathers chalking words onto the sky, its beak a piercing kiss; one on the mountaintop between the cairns, with fiery Spirit, lightning bright and thundering love, hailing acclamation … Continue reading
Posted in poetry
Tagged baptism, dove, fire, Holy Spirit, Mark 1: 9-11, Mark 9: 2-9, mountaintop, Transfiguration
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Year B: Last Sunday after the Epiphany
When I told my youngest child that my mother had died, she said, “But she was supposed to get better!” A week or so later, when I was talking to my father about talking to an old friend, he asked, … Continue reading
Creating Love
Like a table spread in the desert, a sheet of sand, shifting, alive with irridesence, moving grain against grain, rubbed smooth by one another; like a table spread in the desert – an oasis for a parched mouth, ripe figs brush the … Continue reading
Year B Epiphany 6: people first
I mentioned earlier this week the ecumenical lectionary group that I am blessed to attend each Tuesday morning, and my colleagues’ influence on my understanding of this Sunday’s readings. A few days later, I am still grappling with one of the effects of hearing, … Continue reading
Posted in lectionary reflection, sermon preparation
Tagged 2 Kings 5, healing, Jesus, leper, leprosy, Mark 1: 40-45, person-first language, Year B Epiphany 6
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Year B Epiphany 6: Who does he think I am?
I’m not preaching this Sunday, but I did attend my regular weekly appointment with an ecumenical group of local preachers yesterday, and this is what struck me when I listened to the reading from 2 Kings (once more realizing that … Continue reading
Monday morning mammogram
This post is belated. I didn’t really start my birthday this way; it was last Monday that my day began with that ritual that makes women of a certain age cringe in sympathy. Actually, I am not bothered so much … Continue reading
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