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Be patient
When our children were small and there were too many things to do with the two hands that I have, one of the children, wise and observant, noticed that often their requests were met with the same, repeated phrase. I realized this one day when they asked me, “for a drink, now please, and not in a minute.”
Be patient, beloved. Continue reading
Sneaky Jesus
We cannot righteous our way to redemption. That’s where Jesus comes in. Continue reading
Posted in advent meditations, lectionary reflection, sermon
Tagged forgiveness, judgement, redemption, second coming, terrorism, Year A Advent 1
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Underwater Jesus
Today is a heavy travel day here in the US. For many, a trip home brings feelings of relief and deep joy. For others, the air is electric with anxiety and dangers. For some, there is no going home, only the wilderness wandering within sight but not touch of the Promised Land. For not a few, the opening of the holiday season begins a pilgrimage to the abyss of grief. Continue reading
Posted in prayer, story
Tagged grief, Psalm 130:1, submerged statues, Thanksgiving, underwater Jesus
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Race and guns: a call to the occasion “For Such a Time As This” with the Rev. Sharon Risher
I was honoured to offer this opening prayer and call at lunch with God Before Guns and the Rev. Sharon Risher at Forest Hill Presbyterian Church, Cleveland Heights, today. What do guns have to do with any of this? That … Continue reading
Posted in current events, gun violence, prayer, story
Tagged God Before Guns, Mother Emmanuel Church, Rev Sharon Risher
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Building up
It is tempting to read Haggai’s prophecies as an allegory for our times. We could imagine him coming into this space, our space, and asking, “Who is left among you that saw this house in its former glory? How does it look to you now?” Continue reading
Posted in lectionary reflection, sermon
Tagged church building, church decline, church growth, Haggai, Jerusalem, temple, Year C Proper 27
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For all the saints
Even your tears are formed from living water. Even your hunger is a sign of God’s blessing, a sign that you know, deep in your belly, that God has more for you, that God intends you for greater satisfaction. That is the faith of the apocalyptic visionaries: that already, God is making all things new, that death’s days are numbered. Continue reading
Posted in holy days, lectionary reflection, sermon
Tagged All Saints Year C, apocalypse, communion of saints, Daniel 7:1-18, Luke 6:20-31, Revelation
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All Souls
O eternal Lord God, who holdest all souls in life … (Book of Common Prayer, 202) Continue reading
Posted in holy days, spiritual autobiography
Tagged All Souls, ensoulment, grief, miscarriage, pregnancy loss
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Fight the good fight
The good fight, Paul has learned, is the one that he doesn’t mind losing, so long as he may keep his martyr’s crown, so long as he has hold of the hem of Jesus’ robe.
After all, Jesus himself faced the same judgement of the empire, and the same ignominious, criminal execution at its hands. His enemies thought that it was a defeat. They were wrong. Continue reading
Posted in lectionary reflection, sermon
Tagged 2 Timothy 4:7, AN Wilson, EP Sanders, Jesus, Paul, Saul
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I’ll eat my words
Today, instead of writing I consumed words like cereal, inhaling through my ears the opinions of the radio, rolling words of fiction between my teeth to see if I could taste the lie, drowning D. H. Lawrence in the bath.
over the water 