Tag Archives: Holy Communion

Bread of life

Posted on August 19, 2018 by

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 →

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Love and marriage

Posted on October 15, 2017 by

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 →

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On returning from a pilgrimage 

Posted on October 16, 2016 by

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 →

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Year B Proper 15: the bread of life

Posted on August 16, 2015 by

“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 →

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Year C Lent 4: The hungry sons

Posted on March 10, 2013 by

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 →

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Fair linen

Posted on September 12, 2012 by

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 →

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Diolch, Dillwyn

Posted on April 25, 2012 by

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 →

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