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Little lower
God forbid that I should meetan angel face to face: the many eyeswould terrify, the beating wingsmight stop my heart; how wouldI hear their, “Do not fear,”let alone what may follow? Send me instead the dragonfly, fiercebut fragile, anointing the … Continue reading
Posted in Holy Days, poetry, prayer, Whom Shall I Fear?
Tagged #WhomShallIFear, angels, Michaelmas, St Michael and All Angels
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Ascending
An arpeggio rising beyond our ear, they who strum and straddle the lines between heaven and the earth, the angels incorporeal, they think us foolish to strain after touch, sight, sounds, the echo in our marrow of a descending chord … Continue reading
Posted in Holy Days, lectionary reflection, poetry, prayer
Tagged Acts 1:10-11, angels, Ascension, church, contemplative prayer, music
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Living and dying
As the plane began to descend, it picked up some crosswinds. By the time the ground reached out to greet us, it was rocking like a boat on the wide ocean. I braced myself for a hard landing; but instead the plane pulled up sharply and we found ourselves once more climbing over the city, going around to try again. Continue reading
Why have we come here? Good Friday 2019
We come not to glory in his death, but out of fear of our own; and not only, nor even the death of our bodies, may they never endure such pain as his; but the death of our souls, the diminishing returns of our humanity, the erosion of love and the weary wearing away of compassion. On the cross, we see the destitution of our humanity, what it has come to, that we would sacrifice Christ to keep an unquiet peace, and pile on the death of God to weight the scales of injustice. We see where it could all end up, if we would prefer instruments of death to a way of life that makes us vulnerable to the demands of love and of mercy. Continue reading
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Tagged angels, cross, Good Friday, hope, Jesus, reserved sacrament
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St Michael and All Angels
They were not created on the first day. They are not light, nor dark; they live in bright shadows in between. They do not rise nor set; they were not created on the fourth day. They are not reputed to … Continue reading
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Tagged angels, creation, Genesis 1, God, Michaelmas, poetry, prayer, time
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Sermon for a Christmas Eve with pick-up pageant
This sermon was written for a Christmas Eve on which the Church of the Epiphany hosted a pick-up pageant, invited any and all children to come and pick out a costume to join in the play as they arrived in … Continue reading
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Tagged angels, Christmas Eve, Emmanuel, God, Jesus, nativity, pageant, shepherds, unpredicability
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Drafting angels
Like any other, I crave the pastor’s Sunday afternoon nap. Instead, I find myself out on my bike, winding out the day and running out whatever needs to be let go so that I can sleep at night. On a … Continue reading
Christmas Eve: Good news
“I am bringing you good news of great joy for all the people.” Good news. “To you is born this day a Saviour, the Messiah, the Lord.” Good news indeed. The shepherds were, it is safe to say, not used … Continue reading
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Tagged angels, good news, gun violence, Luke 2:1-20, manger, N.T. Wright, newborn, Romans, Rowan Williams, shepherds
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