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A special place
To celebrate the day of its harrowing, and because the phrase came up again just the other day … Continue reading
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Tagged Holy Saturday, repentance, special place in hell
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Good Friday
The cross is a mirror. It shows us what we are not, as well as what we are; the embodiment of God, the epitome of humanity: images mundane and immortal in one body.The cross is a mirror. The cross is a mirror. The hammer falls and innocent flesh … Continue reading
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Tagged Good Friday, gun violence, Holy Week, Lent, mercy, the Cross
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Maundy Thursday message
This, for me, was the tragedy of Judas: that he couldn’t see how much God loved him, even when God was right in front of him, washing his feet. Continue reading
Triduum
While the dough was doing its thing, I went out to the forge, made one more cross out of gun barrels. Continue reading
Posted in gun violence, holy days
Tagged #GunstoGardens, #GunstoGrace, bread, Good Friday, Jesus, Maundy Thursday, school schooting, way of the cross
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Thursday
We pray in awkward whispers against the reredos of white towels fumbling over nervous feet held in stumbling hands, certain of nothing but betrayal, the cross to come, and sunset’s pale inversion in the water
Posted in holy days, poetry, prayer, story
Tagged betrayal, Easter, foot washing, Maundy Thursday
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Silence
And my teenaged ghost shook her head at how I had forgotten which rule most matters. Continue reading
Hosanna – save us!
We are used to thinking of them as the same crowd, moving from one Sunday to the next, but what if they were more like us: divided among themselves, one crying one thing and one another, each with their own ideas of whom should be saved, and how? Continue reading
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Tagged cross, gun violence, Holy Week, Jesus, Palm Sunday, Passion Gospel, school shootings
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Preaching from the shadows
The sound of mallet on metal
wood and splintered flesh
ricochets around the city walls
shivering the fabric of
the crowd that clothes the alleyways
too often lost in thought and prayers
we fall without an echo
into the open grave Continue reading
How I got up this morning
Because I thought
I am Lazarus
and you are calling me
out of my stupor
and unbinding
unwinding me
toward you Continue reading
Capitalizing on panic
On the stories we tell ______________________ I saw a story in the Washington Post where a man named Kevin Thomas started making pop-up safe rooms for schools – kind of like the panic rooms that became a status symbol in … Continue reading
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Tagged gun violence, school shootings, security
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