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Spring in Michigan
It’s day two of the Festival of Faith & Writing. So much to think about, process, reflect upon, enjoy. But halfway across the parking lot at lunch – in the middle of a day that began in the freezing temperatures … Continue reading
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Savasana
Empty clothing, deflating dust with bone fastenings, faded and stained, deeply wrinkled enough to bury life within the folds, rolled up like a mat and carried out when the last breath fails and the softness falls upon itself.
Year C Easter 3: pass the mashed potatoes
A sermon for the third Sunday of Easter at Epiphany, Euclid. We have just heard the story of the conversion of Saul/Paul on the road to Damascus (Acts 9) “I am Jesus, whom you are persecuting.” Jesus tells Saul, who … Continue reading
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Tagged Acts 9, conversion of St Paul, feed my sheep, general election 2016, Jesus, John 21, sinners and tax collectors
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Saved and unsaved
It is a variation on that old question of what to save from the burning house. This morning, my middle cat, not the most grace-filled of creatures, landed unexpectedly in my cup of tea while I was working at my … Continue reading
Bearing
Smattering laughter, sundry small-talk dies away. Grasping brass handles, shoulders square. The slightest stumble, scant genuflection; the body pays its respects to the shocking weight of mortality.
Sabbath sunrise in suburbia
In the dying of the dark, quiet resounds: a cat rasping food from her bowl; the whining clamour of electrical connections picked up by the antennae in our teeth. Dawn shatters on street lamps, security lights. Shadows decline over the … Continue reading
It’s no joke
I nearly didn’t go this morning. I have too many things to juggle between now and tomorrow’s noon wedding and the flight to a family funeral to follow. Still, they haunted me and hounded me out of the door. They … Continue reading
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Tagged heroin, opiate addiction, overdose, Taking Back Our Communities
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Easter 2016: seeking the living
Why do you look for the living among the dead? These angels are irrepressible! The women are on their faces on their ground in fear, and the angels, instead of telling them, “Do not be afraid,” are giggling and teasing … Continue reading
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Tagged Easter 2016, Jesus, Resurrection, why do you look for the living among the dead?
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Good Friday: venerating the cross
This seems like a good time to remember that Jesus did not invent the cross. That cruel intersection of brutality and labour came from no divine inspiration, but rather from the same spirit that haunted prisons like Abu Ghraib. It … Continue reading
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