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Though the fig tree does not blossom
Jesus tells his parable to those who were reeling from the news of national disaster: of Pilate’s political murder and manslaughter in Jerusalem; worshippers taken at the altar for their rebellious resistance, and workers slain by deadly working conditions. Jesus tells his parable to those who are afraid that they will be next, that the powers that be will determine that they, too, are a waste of the soil in which they are planted and rooted. Continue reading
Posted in homily, sermon
Tagged 1 Corinthians 10:1-13, Exodus 3:1-15, God, Habakkuk, Jesus, Lent, Luke 13:1-9, parable of the fig tree, Psalm 63:1-8, year c lent 3
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Purple
A poem for the first Friday in Lent Continue reading
On grief
And so he died, and all at once I understood more of grief than I had before. It beckoned from beyond the door of the tomb. In its mosaic floor I saw mourning not for what was lost only but for what never was,and … Continue reading
Stock
The tree had never dreamt to kill; that stuff, it thought, was for the birds,although it knew it, too, had grown rich on the sinew and marrow left at its feet by the hawks and the owls. Still, if anyone had thought to … Continue reading
Posted in gun violence, poetry
Tagged #GunstoGardens, #GunstoGrace, rifle stock, Tree of Life
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The death of Simeon
Simeon, a man full of the Spirit of God, had been told by that same Spirit that he would live to see the face of God. What more could a man want? Yet who could see God and live? Continue reading
Anna in the sanctuary
Widowed, but not alone, shrouded in the living stone of temple prayers woven as a garment of grace haunting the holy place, sanctified and sanctifying the very air with praise. She would not follow them to Egypt, return with them … Continue reading
A prayer out of time
O God, take up this day, cradle it like the newborn thing that it is, turn it this way and see the pink sunrise, the bruise of clouds, the barely-lit night which to you is as bright as the day, … Continue reading
Mercy
filled with the power of the Spirit, the prophet found the place where it was written: good news to the poor, release to the captives,and recovery of sight to the blind, The Spirit of the Lord haslet the oppressed go free – as … Continue reading
Schrödinger’s wedding
Until its surface tension breaks upon the steward’s tongue – dissipating sweetness, sweat of vineyard labourers, honey of the sun-ripened harvest – it is neither water nor wine; until the jars are filled to overflowing, until a drop is spilled, … Continue reading
What heals history?
We enter this new year, and this new season after Christmas, with some trepidation, don’t we? We are haunted by the shadows of the past, concerned for the present, warned by the violence that greeted the new year in New Orleans and Nevada and far beyond; our hopes and fears for the future year clash and mingle in the air like smoke.
And yet this is the Feast-day, the celebration of the Epiphany, the manifestation of God’s incarnation to the nations, to us. The bright promise that God is with us, even us. Continue reading
Posted in current events, holy days, lectionary reflection, sermon
Tagged Epiphany, Herod, Incarnation, insurrection, Jesus, love, Matthew 2:1-12, The Revelation of the Magi
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