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Category Archives: story
Trust
A man whose last name we didn’t know, whom we had met last night, pointed out a narrowing canyon and said, “Walk that way. I’ll meet you on the other side.” Continue reading
Posted in spiritual autobiography, story
Tagged Holy Land, Jordan, sabbatical, Wadi Rum
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Morning prayer
A rabbit, startled by the
gas-powered scythe scuttered,
white tail exposed,
exiting garden right. Continue reading
Conjuring Esther
Esther has become difficult to read. Her story makes me angry and afraid. We read it like a fairytale. But like so many fairytales, it teems with themes of horror dressed up in satin and silk. Continue reading
Posted in current events, lectionary reflection, sermon preparation, story
Tagged #ChurchToo, #metoo, Esther, sex trafficking
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Fear of God
I am a professional at proclaiming the promises of God. I make excuses not to put God to the test. Continue reading
Posted in spiritual autobiography, story
Tagged Holy Land, Jerusalem, pilgrimage, sabbatical
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Bread of life
I knew, in my body and in my soul and in the core of my being that what was offered at that altar was something I needed, something I wanted, something I could not live without. I still can’t quite explain it; I still know that it is true. Continue reading
Posted in homily, lectionary reflection, sermon, story
Tagged Bread of Life, Eucharist, Holy Communion, Incarnation, John 6:51-58
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By halves
My mother’s mantra haunts me: Never do things by halves; Continue reading
Posted in poetry, story
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Be angry, but do not sin
Righteous anger can be used to the advantage of the kingdom of God; championing the abolition of slavery; fighting the Nazi holocaust; marching to make sure that everyone has heard and understood that Black Lives Matter; defending the defenceless and the endangered. But anger is only useful as a tool in the hands of one who has control of it, and who is not controlled by it. Continue reading
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