An earlier version of this post was published at the Episcopal Cafe on September 27, 2017 I had been traveling in a country not previously visited; we drove past houses, both small and a little larger, surrounded by fortressed fences, … Continue reading
Make all things new; but do not rush forward to your new creation. Do not leave us alone at the end of the world. Continue reading
The one who pulls us out of the pit is Jesus; himself not unfamiliar with politics and prayer. Continue reading
Looking ahead to Sunday’s Transfiguration and the disciples’ awe-filled witness to the glory of God revealed in Christ, I have been thinking about religious experiences; extraordinary revelations of the divine. I occasionally wonder if I was “done out of” a … Continue reading
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I made a simple board book to retell the story of Jacob’s dream to the children in church tomorrow. The reading is from Genesis 28:10-19. If you want to make your own, please retain the author credit, feel free to … Continue reading
Whenever we visit the in-laws in the British midlands, my husband’s extended family gathers in a local Indian restaurant for a curry. On one such evening a couple of years ago, the service was, uncharacteristically, rubbish. We were beginning to … Continue reading
It’s Sunday morning. I had thought maybe of retracing my steps to my childhood church, twenty miles away; but the moment passed. I will stay in the village. In fact, I am locked in my father’s house; he may or … Continue reading
The readings for the third Sunday in Lent include Jesus’ encounter with a Samaritan woman at a well, and Moses’ miraculous striking water from stone. In the old stories, this encounter beside a well would have ended in marriage. Jacob’s … Continue reading
Last week, the office set of church keys went missing. We tried hard to discover them, but after a decent interval of searching and waiting for a miraculous appearance, I gave in and called the food pantry guest who had … Continue reading
Saturday, daybreak. It is a rare day on which I wake up alone, with no plan except to write, and read, and dream. I am still dreaming at daybreak (of cabinets in the church basement, and their mysterious removal) when … Continue reading
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