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Tag Archives: Holy Communion
Bread of life
I knew, in my body and in my soul and in the core of my being that what was offered at that altar was something I needed, something I wanted, something I could not live without. I still can’t quite explain it; I still know that it is true. Continue reading
Posted in homily, lectionary reflection, sermon, story
Tagged Bread of Life, Eucharist, Holy Communion, Incarnation, John 6:51-58
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Love and marriage
Today’s readings include the golden calf incident during the Exodus, and the parable of the wedding banquet You may have seen, as I did, the story this week of a young girl who chose a new, white suit in which … Continue reading
Posted in lectionary reflection, sermon
Tagged Eucharist, golden calf, Holy Communion, idolatry, parable, Sacrament, symbol, ten commandments, wedding feast, Year A Proper 23
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On returning from a pilgrimage
Between my hands, wheat and water; bread, flat and pale. In its grain I read the story of hands breaking bread beside a river; light lifts the surface of the water; between fragments, for a moment, I can see the … Continue reading
Posted in poetry, prayer
Tagged #HolyJordan, Bethany beyond the Jordan, Eucharist, Holy Communion, pilgrimage, River Jordan
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Year B Proper 15: the bread of life
“How can this man give us his flesh to eat on the moon?” they demanded to know, adding, “This is getting a little ridiculous.”
So Jesus said to them, “Very truly, I tell you, unless you eat the flesh of the Son of Man and drink his blood, you have no life in you.” Continue reading
Year C Lent 4: The hungry sons
I’ve been thinking this week about titles for this story, this famous parable of Jesus, so familiar and so well-thumbed that we defy ourselves to find anything new in it. I do wonder if it needs a new title. “The … Continue reading
Fair linen
I heard Anne Lamott at a writer’s showcase a while ago, and she said that if we writerly types do not write down right away our ideas, the ones that strike at inopportune moments, then God gives them to her, … Continue reading
Posted in poetry
Tagged altar, altar cloth, Anne Lamott, church, Holy Communion, leaving, poetry, priest, writing
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Diolch, Dillwyn
One day, I ran into the vicar somewhere between the church and the vicarage. I would have been around fifteen or sixteen, I suppose – there’s a lot I don’t remember about that time. Over the past few months (I … Continue reading
Posted in story
Tagged 1790 Book of Common Prayer, diolch (thank you), Exhortation, faith, Holy Communion, Jesus, Sunday School
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