April 4, 2018

From 1 Peter 2.1-5 Quasi modo geniti infantes

Like newborn infants, we come to God,

longing for pure, spiritual milk.

We long to grow into salvation.

Like starving children, we come to God,

longing to taste that the Lord is Good.

We long to grow into salvation.

Aware of our sin, we come to God,

longing to be rid of all that keeps us from God.

We long to grow into salvation.

Seeking God, we turn to Christ,

who builds his holy house with t...

March 31, 2018

Scripture tells is that today, they waited. After the detailed, blow by blow, almost breath by breath account of Thursday and Friday, Saturday goes past in “once the day was over”. All there is to do is to wait it out. It can be passed over in a short silence in the telling, but it must be lived through at 60 minutes an hour, 60 seconds a minute – each breath, each heartbeat. We cannot make this go any faster – we cannot force...

March 31, 2018

There’s a second century homily for Holy Saturday that begins “Today something strange is happening”

And for the women who had followed and cared for Jesus, today something strange is happening. Yesterday, they could stand in witness and protest – by the cross, at the tomb. It was a role they knew, a role too often played by women then and now, as they confront violent power. Unable to fight back, yet they have something they c...

March 31, 2018

When Mary anointed Jesus at Bethany, she was anticipating today; “she has done a beautiful thing she has anointed me for my burial”. At the time, everybody else was either in confrontation or denial mode- you’re not going to die, you must not be allowed to die. But she got it – and even more than that, she accepted it. Even yesterday, day of horror and anguish though it was, wasn’t quite what she was about. There was still som...

March 30, 2018

‘Agnus Dei’ – Portugese School, 1675-1700.

Oil on Canvas, originally from the Convent of St John the Evangelist, Aveiro. Photo: SPW, 2018.

Listen to the audio herehttps://soundcloud.com/bloomsbury-1/2018-03-30-broken-a-short-story-for-good-friday

Watch the video here: https://youtu.be/Z9dHdVtycLk

Are you sitting comfortably? Good, then I shall begin.

This morning I want to tell a story, and it’s a story that is both the oldest s...

March 30, 2018

“Sir, the men say they won’t do this one.”

“What nonsense is this?” I turn and stride angrily towards the middle prisoner. Since my promotion to officer two years ago I’ve never suffered insubordination, and I’m certainly not going to let it start in this public arena. I haven’t seen such an ugly crowd for a long time. My men are going to have their work cut out to keep them at a safe distance.

The middle prisoner is lying on th...

March 29, 2018

On the night before he died, Jesus gathered with his friends to share the meal. They were all there; the ones who had shared the last three years with him, who had walked the roads eaten the feasts, listened to the stories, watched the miracles, encountered the crowds – left everything to follow him. They had got up early in the morning to travel, sat up late at night to listen; they had had sore feet and amazed hearts, confus...

March 27, 2018

Lord Jesus Christ, giver of new life,

            bringer of resurrection hope,

we pray for a world where death is dominant,

            and finality is feared.

We pray for those known to us

            who are struggling to live with a diagnosis of terminal illness,


March 12, 2018

A paraphrase of the Lord's Prayer for Mothering Sunday

God of all love, divine mother of us all, your name is holy to us.
May your loving embrace enfold our lives and our world.
You sustain us every day of our lives, from birth to death.
You do not turn your face away from us, 
and you enable us to not turn away from others.
Inspire us to live lives of love, but keep us safe from those who enact hatred.
For your loving embrace...

March 6, 2018

I was a troubled woman, I know that. It was a dark time, and I don’t remember much about it. But they said he cast out seven demons from me. How would I know? I remember the darkness, that’s all.

It was dark when he died, too, and dark when they put him into that cave and sealed it with a great stone. I wept when they did it. I have wept much in my life, and it has often been dark.

If you ask what Jesus meant to me, it was sunsh...

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