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Holy Innocents: a pieta
The stoles are cobbled together from whatever orange fabric I can lay my hands on in any given season; the constant that binds them together as a family – except for the orange colour – is the children’s handprint pattern that finishes each one off at the ends… Continue reading
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All Saints: crowning glory
It is the Son of God who crowns the saints with immortality. It is the Son of Love who tenderly sloughs away the stained cloth of sin and wraps them in lavish life; the Child of God who is Christ our Mother, in whom we are one family with all the saints and sinners who sing around the throne of God. Continue reading
What we owe one another
If you have been in that line at the airport, you have seen the individuals and families pulled aside, sent to the back room, a cage of windows, to await further scrutiny after the line has been processed and dismissed. If you were in the line, your passport stamped, passed on to customs to collect your bags, you may have wondered what happened to those people in that side room, who they might be, and why they were there. Continue reading
Brushstrokes
Leaded clouds filter light to the lake; deep calls to deep. The layered air is painted on; brushstrokes of the wind, movements of the Spirit, fade into the canvas of the storm.
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Who killed JB?
Herod was fully responsible for his own decisions and actions; but he was not the only person responsible for the death of John, the cousin of Christ. Continue reading
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Call to prayer
It was only a minute and a half into that Palm Sunday service that I heard it for the first time: a single, swift, unmistakably electronic “beep”. Continue reading
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On being lost
Today’s Speaking to the Soul at the Episcopal Cafe draws upon my word to the parish for March, as well as a much older memory of being (almost) lost in the wilderness Once, we thought we were lost for real. … Continue reading
red white and blue
Content warning for fear of gun violence at a school sirens stretch the air like an old jazz horn lights the color of a fresh wound pause snow around the school drive pounded into ice by parents pacing out their … Continue reading
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The Cross
The Cross January 6, 2021 Empty his cross took on a life fame and infamy of its own Withered by sun and swollen the wood rotted down Romans rotating home took mementos of their tour symbols of conquest caked with … Continue reading
Mary and Joseph’s no good, terrible, wonderful year
A homily for Christmas Eve, 2020 At the turning of the year, as the days began to push back against the pushiness of night; as the light grew longer and the shadows shorter, the people were going about their business … Continue reading
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