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Advent I
It is not as simple as the poet makes it sound to transform the form of metal, a sword into farm equipment. Just hit it with a hammer, the prophecy implies, and all will fall, seeds into their furrows and … Continue reading
Woe to you who are self-satisfied
Be the blessing that will bring us closer to the kingdom of God that Mary and Hannah sang of. Do the good in this moment, at this time and in this place, that will let others know the enduring love of God, who feeds us on bread and wine. Listen, heed the warnings that Jesus offers to those who think that they are untouched by the needs of others. Love God, love your neighbour, change their world, change our world. Continue reading
Posted in holy days, homily, lectionary reflection, sermon
Tagged All Saints, All Souls, baptism, fulcrum, Jesus, Magnificat, SNAP, solidarity
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All hallows
It took so long to get the fire lit, even though the wind blew as though the Holy Spirit fanned the flames of Pentecost herself. The children in their costumes came and went without judgement, candy-sweet. When the tinder finally … Continue reading
Posted in holy days, poetry, prayer, preparing for Sunday with poetry, story
Tagged All Saints, Hallowe'en
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The little flower
The salvation of the world is not in our hands, but the promise of prayer is. And while the peace of God passes our understanding, it is at hand. It is found in the smallest act of love, a little flower growing between the cracks of a fractured and fractious world, persistent in its beauty, brave in its beauty, and unstoppable in its reach toward the sun. Continue reading
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Tagged Judith, little flower, little flower of Jesus, prayer, Therese de Lisieux
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Not as the world
When he says, “My peace I give to you,” Jesus is not describing a passive peace. It is the peace not of the grave, where Jesus himself was restless, but of living waters, rolling down like justice, roaring like a vision, aflame with mercy. It is the profound and urgent love that fanned the waters of creation and produced life. Continue reading
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Catherine and the world on fire
Be who God meant you to be and you will set the world on fire. – Catherine of SienaBut what if the world were already on fire? Set the world on fire,blaze like oil across the waters such that none … Continue reading
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Tagged Catherine of Siena, creation, ocean, world on fire
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Easter (without a happy ending)
Easter is not a happy ending. It is hopeful, it is healing, it is a powerful rebuke of death and a defiant proclamation of the life, the mercy, and the love of God that persists throughout human history, throughout human … Continue reading
Holy Saturday: quiet as the grave
But did the very earth fall silent? Or was the drumbeat of falling rain, children of the waters of creation falling again, amplified by the rock roof, turning the storm into an orchestra of praise; what of susurrating ants, murmuring earthworms, galvanized by the hewing … Continue reading
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Tagged God, Holy Saturday, Incarnation, Jesus, poetry, prayer, Resurrection, silence, tomb
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Palm Sunday: Gleanings
Did they leave their cast-off garments for the poorto pick up and wear after the parade?Who kept watch for the Romans,and what was the signal to disperse in a hurry,and who knew and who was left to fend for herself?Did … Continue reading
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
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