Well, as Easter week draws to a close so does my series of Lenten and Easter reflections. But Easter season continues for some weeks now, and my prayer is that we can all use this season to remind ourselves of what is a daily truth: that God’s people are a resurrection people. Here, to bringContinue reading “Remember our dust…”
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Catechism 16
What is sin? Sin is rejecting God in the world he created, rebelling against him by living without reference to him, not being or doing what he requires in his law – resulting in our death and the disintegration of all creation. (New City Catechism) The choice of the moment: a hand to reach outContinue reading “Catechism 16”
Lent 40: Palm Sunday
This is the day that the Lord has made: My soul is weary; my heart is faint. This is the righteous gate of the Lord: I hear the slander of many. The Lord has done this; it is marvellous to our eyes: My life is consumed in anguish. O Lord, saveContinue reading “Lent 40: Palm Sunday”
A new project, and a request
One of the original purposes with which The Consolations of Writing was created was to celebrate the ways in which God can use our trials and struggles to grow good fruit in our lives. This purpose emerged out of my own struggles with mental illness – depression and obsessive-compulsive disorder – and the ways in which,Continue reading “A new project, and a request”
Catechism 14
Did God create us unable to keep his law? No, but because of the disobedience of our first parents, Adam and Eve, all of creation is fallen; we are all born in sin and guilt, corrupt in our nature and unable to keep God’s law. (New City Catechism) The spirit is willing but theContinue reading “Catechism 14”
Lent 33: Fifth Sunday of Lent
Until we know the depths Until we know our depth of sin Until we know the depths we fall Until we know the deep Until we know the fear Until we know to fear the One Who rightly could cast us astray Into the depths we seek Until we know to wait Until we knowContinue reading “Lent 33: Fifth Sunday of Lent”
Lent 24: Friday of Third Week
Our minds cannot contain something so small, so microscopic, yet Universe sustained within – a mustard seed which sees the mountain, sees despair beneath its foot and says to it, Now move. O God. The mountain blocks our view. The heights have dizzied; the depths distress. Open your seed within.
Like Eagles
First the twinge of bone: feathers attach painful, yet somehow transcending ground and the now-ness of temporal agony. Skeletal complexities fan – now in, now out, now soar: old ageContinue reading “Like Eagles”
Lent 19: Third Sunday of Lent
Meanwhile we clutch unflinching rock with closed fists, willing water with dusty souls, palms closed and eyes fixed groundward. Somehow our hearts lock over each passing grief and seal themselves around each rock as though our minds could read eternal. Continue reading “Lent 19: Third Sunday of Lent”
Morning Heart (After Rowan Williams’ “First Thing”)
In my last steps of dream, I am running, carefully conscious of each footstep, prayers in sync with my hesitant freedom. Steps unfold as sun gathers mind up; day summons up the light to enter, to command. Yet first the halfway time, the thought that what the day holds in its hands can hurt moreContinue reading “Morning Heart (After Rowan Williams’ “First Thing”)”
The Consolations of Writing 