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Category Archives: homily
Pentecost: love and fire
If fire represents the Holy Spirit, then we have blasphemed the Spirit of God by making fire the creature of our destruction instead of the essence of our life.
The Holy Spirit, on the other hand, cannot be tamed, and does not destroy when given free reign, because she is not our creature to control, but she is the very essence of God, who is love. Continue reading
Stealing the gospel
More guns bring more violence, and we have had enough of the ‘gall of bitterness and the chains of wickedness.’ Continue reading
Posted in Gun control, gun safety, homily, meditation, sermon
Tagged Acts 8:9-25, Columbine, gospel, gun violence, nonviolence, NRA, Simon the Magician
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A perfectly imperfect marriage
I think John Henry was lonely, and that Christ was as much his consolation as his committed husband.
He approached his ordination like a wedding, with excitement and dread, with joy and cold feet. Continue reading
Posted in homily, sermon, story
Tagged church, holiness, John Henry Newman, Oxford Movement
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Christmas Eve 2017
As we contemplate the vulnerability of a God who would be born homeless, human, humble, we remember the power of love to change the world. Continue reading
Posted in Holy Days, homily, sermon
Tagged Christmas Eve, love, nativity, powerlessness, refugees
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When the heavens open
And Jesus: little, embryonic, speck of Jesus; what does he see, from such a soft and secret place? What does he know, from such a small beginning? Continue reading
Posted in Advent Meditations, Holy Days, homily, lectionary reflection, sermon, story
Tagged Blue Christmas, Christmas, grief, heaven, infant, loss, pregnancy loss, the visitation
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Kamehameha and Emma
These two monarchs are commemorated with the same gospel as we read on Christ the King Sunday, because they modelled their reign on public service, serving as shepherds of their people, and feeding the flocks entrusted to them with justice and mercy, except, it seems, for the occasional accident. Continue reading
Good Friday: his own people
At the beginning of the Gospel according to John, we read that, He was in the world, and the world came into being through him; yet the world did not know him. He came to what was his own, and … Continue reading
Posted in current events, Holy Days, homily, meditation, poetry, sermon
Tagged Good Friday, Jesus, John 1:10-11, sean spicer
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