Tag Archives: #HolyJordan

Epiphany

A sermon for the Church of the Epiphany, Euclid, Ohio, January 2017 Outside of the main city, down through the wilderness, is the lost city of Petra. The intricately carved rock edifices bound deep valleys and lead for miles. Once … Continue reading

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Is it safe?

Before travelling to Jordan last week, three of my four near-death experiences had happened in the Holy Lands. Almost thirty years ago, I spent five weeks on a kibbutz in northern Galilee, where I nearly dehydrated, nearly drowned, and once … Continue reading

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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

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Remembering our baptism

we all embraced on the slippery steps, laughing with the sheer sacredness of it all Continue reading

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The Lost City of Petra

Treasures In Petra, beyond fhe red sands and wild dogs beyond the edifice, extravagant ruins tombs and treasures of the dead beyond the colonnaded avenues beyond the steps worn smooth choreographed by Bedouin and pilgrim feet donkeys and tourists, each … Continue reading

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On pilgrimage

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This is a place of revelation. Continue reading

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Wrestling in Jabbok, #holyJordan

A strange light was captured in the camera, and we joked about angels, as we were driven away. Continue reading

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Crossing the Jordan

It’s been twenty-nine years since I was in the Holy Land. My memories have become like a photograph album full of moments in time, frozen in stasis, many frayed at the edges or fading. There are a few that stand … Continue reading

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