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Tag Archives: faith
To move mountains
When she was old and fading –
her gray hair paling,
her skin thinning and softening –
my grandmother painted watercolours. Continue reading
Posted in lectionary reflection, poetry, sermon preparation, story
Tagged Bob Ross, dementia, faith, imagination, Luke 17:5, mustard seed, Year C Proper 22
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By faith
A word of encouragement for the ninth Sunday after Pentecost in Year C. The author of the letter to the Hebrews was not, to our knowledge, a theoretical physicist; although they might have been. To declare that “faith is the … Continue reading
Attempting faith
I crossed the creek on the old tree trunk, letting its broad back bridge the gap between my fear and its fall. I trod in the lake, letting its icy wash awaken the dream of walking on water.
Your faith
A sermon for hard times. The readings include Mark 5:21-43, in which a woman with a 12-year chronic condition sneaks up to the hem of Jesus robe to be healed, and a child is restored to her parents. There is … Continue reading
Posted in homily, lectionary reflection, meditation, sermon, story
Tagged faith, hard times, healing, Jesus, Mark 5:21-43, miracle, Year B Proper 8
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Ruined – a memoir by Ruth Everhart: Review
Let’s get the disclaimers out of the way first: yes, I have met the author. We are both members of an online group of (mostly) female clergy-types called the RevGalBlogPals. We both contributed to a book edited by the RevGals … Continue reading
Posted in book review
Tagged faith, God, memoir, redemption, RevGalBlogPals, Ruth Everhart, sexual violence
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Year B Lent 2: putting a spin on the gospel
One of the good things to come out of the trials and tribulations of Brian Williams and Bill O’Reilly, in hot water over the accuracy of their memories of reporting from dangerous places, accused of polishing their credentials, of burnishing … Continue reading
Posted in sermon
Tagged Abraham, Bill O'Reilly, Brian Williams, cross, denial, despair, faith, God won't give you more than you can handle, gospel, Jesus, lies, memory, Paul, Peter, spin
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Trying
Hacked into the neural network, the viral voice of the Accuser, fiat crashing in: Deny. Gliding behind the altar: Make room, sinner. The silver pieces gleam complacently. The desert dwellers hunger and my lips are dry. I watch my own … Continue reading
