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The Word
Ten years later, with apologies to those still unconsoled, we wait still upon the Word to come; for good news to the victims of gun violence, peace on earth, and the goodwill to protect and celebrate every child of God. Amen: Come, Lord Jesus. Continue reading
Posted in advent meditations, gun violence, poetry, prayer, Whom Shall I Fear?
Tagged Advent, anniversary, grief, Incarnation, John 1, Newtown CT, Sandy Hook, the word
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A broader mischief
I am sorry to say that today is not convenient for revolution. I have Sadducees coming for dinner and some scribes – I did not tell them of each other – I have employed unemployed tax collectors as wait staff and women of repute for the cabaret. Mary is livid, … Continue reading
Posted in lectionary reflection, poetry, prayer
Tagged Jesus, John the Baptist, Luke 1:46-55, Magnificat, Matthew 11:2-11, Year A Advent 3
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A messiah for the rest of us
A reflection on the coming Sunday’s gospel, John’s question, which is perennially ours; Jesus’ answer, which is ours, too While John took on kings and their consorts, Jesus consorted with the lowly and the leprous. While John baptized gods, Jesus … Continue reading
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Tagged Jesus, John the Baptist, Matthew 11:2-11, Year A Advent 3
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A crown of thorns
They twisted together a crown with which to anoint his brow. They thought to make a mockery,but had the pliant green twigs not yielded of their own accord, their obeisance and homage to their king, then their hands would have held only dust rubbed into the … Continue reading
Posted in holy days, lectionary reflection, poetry, prayer, sermon preparation
Tagged Christ the King, crown of thorns
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Remembrance
It was a Sunday morning, full of cake and coffee hour, children silenced for a moment by sugar, if not by the lingering spirit of prayer; I remembered there was something I needed to ask. He was standing … Continue reading
The cost of mercy
Raw thoughts on the parable of the good Samaritan, heard at Morning Prayer Mercy does not come cheap at two denarii, a night’s unpaid delay, the physical labour of lifting a grown man onto a donkey, walking with bags of … Continue reading
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Tagged Daily Office, Good Samartian, Luke 10:29-37, mercy, morning prayer
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Morning prayer
A rainbow in my rearview mirror; ahead, the bridge is stalled to let an ambulance fly over, chasing life. A rainbow in my rearview mirror; the electronic highway sign describes an untold story in make, model, missing, before reverting to travel time for the morning commute. A rainbow … Continue reading
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Tagged Daily Office, Luke 9:51-62, morning prayer, rainbow, vocation
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Who am I to judge?
The judge of the parable had no regard for anyone, but the God who will pass judgement upon me so loved the world as to become Emmanuel, God with us, to suffer under our unjust judgement, and to die. The God who will, I pray, have mercy upon me hears the cries of the widows to whom I turn a cloth ear, and continues to importune me with opportunities for penitence. Continue reading
Angel
Hide stretched taut, a little frayed at the edges – homage to the fantasy of feathers – humming as the updraft plays its song of praise to the author of breath; you have become an instrument of glory, the terrible call and echoing, empty response, symphony on skins full of … Continue reading
The Call of Matthew
If you were to write a gospel, what would you include? What might you leave out? Would you slide in a cameo of the time that Jesus, passing through your toll booth, caught your eye, mouthed, “Follow me”? … Continue reading
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