Tag Archives: God

The Shepherd King

The judgement that Jesus describes is the judgement that the prophet Ezekiel promises to the sheep of God’s hand. “I will feed them with justice,” says the Lord.
And what is the justice with which they are fed? Continue reading

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Revolution

Two centuries after the Declaration of Independence, and two millennia after the birth, death, and resurrection of the Christ, we are still prone to fall back on familiar figures of authority, and to forget the revolutionary promises of the gospel. Continue reading

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Off centre

The hedgerow maze boxes me in, walls me out through another false turn. In the centre hides perfection, unbreakable cypher, impassive God. Out in the margins of error, the elbow crook of one more dead end, lies Jesus, sprawled as though we … Continue reading

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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

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Year C Proper 9: God-mother

Children of the promise, your God
sings you lullabies of sweet surrender;
binds you with tenderness to her breast. Continue reading

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Mother of sleepless nights

You are the Mother of all sleepless nights. Before the light was bound over  to keep the peace till morning, you neither slumbered nor rested your eyes; before the darkness fell from sheer weary excess of hours; as long as … Continue reading

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Leaning

I cannot stand straight. My body shapes itself to air that falls away beneath its drooping head and arms.  Once so solid, with you no longer there, I drift as though weightless, of no substance; I lean against the empty … Continue reading

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