Lent

The desert places of the heart… pour your living water that I may live in abundance and hope… Emptiness can feel heavy on the soul if its energy is fed by a longing for something that cannot be satisfied, for love in a loveless relationship, youth in the autumn years, for plenty in the midst…

Lent

Lent 2017 Yesterday was the last Sunday before Lent.  In the Gospel reading (Matthew 17.1-9) we remembered Jesus’ Transfiguration, when he appears in glory with Moses and Elijah before Peter, James and John.  A voice from heaven says, “This is my Son, the Beloved, in whom I am well pleased, listen to him.”  When Jesus…

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Jonah, a man with a difference…

Jonah is a man with a difference!  God tells Jonah, son of Amittai, ‘Go to Nineveh, that great city, and cry out against it, for their wickedness has come up before me.’ (Jonah 1.2). Instead of agreeing to God’s demand, Jonah tries his best to run away as far and as fast as possible.  Initially we are left to conjecture…

Walking the way of the desert…

  The last few weeks have been somewhat challenging as events far and near have impinged on the rhythm of ordinary life demanding attention, a response both rational and emotional.  Some realities however are difficult to fathom, let alone understand with any degree of objectivity.  Feeling often gets in the way of thinking. The death of Moaz…

Looking for the Kingdom

    Yea, Amen! Let all adore Thee High on Thine eternal throne; Saviour take the power and the glory, Claim the Kingdom for thine own; O Come quickly! O come quickly!  O come quickly! Everlasting God, come down.   John Cennick’s and Charles Wesley’s stirring words of longing for the rule of God echo…

Candlemas Musings…

St John’s looked wonderful yesterday, on the feast of Candlemas.  The candelabra were ablaze with light and individual candles flickered their shifting, fragile, flames into the vastness of this holy space creating a poignant scene, full of deep symbolism.  We ended the service at the font, where life begins, looking back forty days to Christmas…

A Christmas Sermon…

So, here we are at last, in the flickering light; a holy place, a holy people, a holy night…  This, a moment of reflection and wonder at the ways of God, an emptying of the divine self into fragile human flesh, vulnerable, dependent, necessary.  A necessary birth, messy, bloody, of course precarious, and a woman…