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This world

A word of scripture whispered in my ear and would not let me go. Continue reading

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Blessed saints

This is the life which God has created especially for us, so that we might become fully human, creatures made in the image of our Creator, learning to reflect and resemble the divine. It is in this life that we are commanded to see one another through the lens of God’s compassion, justice, and love, to the very best of our ability. Continue reading

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All Hallows Eve

spirits wake the crones take bones and withered skin to dance by starlight  feigning beauty phoenix feather passion soon consumed, confused the saints dream resurrection, raise a hymn of praise against the silence of the night a cowl thrown across … Continue reading

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All Saints: life unbounded

I was away all last week at a “Writing Pastors” conference. It was great. It did not leave a whole lot of time for sermon writing, but this is the gist of what was said this morning… There was some … Continue reading

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All Saints 2014

Jesus clearly didn’t have the best agent. If he had titled his sermon on the mount, “How to live your best blessed life right now,” he could have gathered forty thousand on the hillside instead of four thousand. He could … Continue reading

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Praying alone

The writing was on the wall outside: the service ended hours ago; the people gone to their Sunday dinners, families, fire sides. The church empty, gaping open, sat stone cold and silent as the grave, its pews petrified, unforgiving, its … Continue reading

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All Hallows Eve

Reaching through the darkness in the long, dark night, a soul might lose it way, fall away, if not for the light, beckoning. All in white they stand before the throne of light, shining through the hollow pumpkins, porchlights, tealights, singing softened … Continue reading

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