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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.

The Unremembered

The ones who fade away at the back of the newsreel, hungry eyes accusing; The one whose face we never saw, for whom there is no stone or sign; The ones whose warm breath froze in the cold air; the ones who … Continue reading

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Actions and words: some pre-emptive reflections

This coming Sunday’s Gospel reading (from the RCL) tells the story of two sons asked to go and work in the family vineyard. One says no, but later goes anyway. One says yes, but fails to carry through. There are … Continue reading

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Grace, mystery food (and kangaroos)

A sermon preached at St Paul’s Episcopal Church, Norwalk, September 25, 2011. Year A, Proper 20. Exodus 16:2-15; Philippians 1:21-30; Matthew 20:1-16 There is a story told – which may or may not be true – that when Captain Cook … Continue reading

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General Ordination Exams

It’s that time of year when a certain subset of Episcopalian seminarians begins to feel the first tinglings of exam nerves. I know, because I got a message last night from an online friend asking what I learned from taking the … Continue reading

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Resident Aliens

The second of an occasional series of posts on the experience of immigration and the journey toward naturalization The first time we passed through US Immigration, and we were directed into the line for Aliens, the children were all under … Continue reading

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Spiritual vs. religious?

During the past week, I have been following a back-and-forth on my facebook newsfeed and twitter timeline discussing the religious response to the “spiritual but not religious” label, and a thoughtful and thought-provoking invitation to engage with both labels and … Continue reading

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Remembering

It was something after three o’clock in the afternoon. The school bell rang and the doors disgorged a horde of children. My son’s friend’s mother wasn’t there; we waited together under the blue sky sun of early September. She arrived … Continue reading

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L’esprit d’escalier

  Despite the trials,   I should have said, “I love you;”   “Goodbye” is hopeless.

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Seek the good of the city

Yesterday, I sent in my application to become a US citizen, so this seemed like a good time to begin a new occasional series of reflections about the whole being-an-immigrant thing. When our children learned about immigration and immigrants in … Continue reading

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Portents

This week has been a bit, well, portenty; omenfull, as it were. If I were of a nervous disposition, I might be getting a little bit jumpy. It started on Tuesday, with the purchase of not one but two temporary … Continue reading

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