Writing
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Washing hands. Well, in our gospel passage today (a long one I know) we come across someone washing their hands. Pilate. Trying to ‘wash his hands’ of his actions. more»
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In the great silence the flowers seeded and grew, the rain fell, the land took a breath, exhaled. The sun turned on its wheel heedless to the forecast doom. more»
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Jesus is no sterile savior. He is not interested in remaining tidy and removed. With a beautiful and earthy economy of gestures, Jesus reveals himself as one who is willing to fully inhabit the messiness of our world and of our lives. more»
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Be thankful now for having arrived, for the sense of having drunk from a well, for remembering the long drought that preceded your arrival... more»
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Nor can this blackened sky, this darkened scar Eclipse that glimpse of how things really are. more»
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Here at the outset of Lent, what can you see of the landscape that lies ahead of you? Might there be another place you need to go, physically or in your soul, before you are ready to enter the landscape that calls you? more»
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When the guests have departed, the miracle has passed and God has gone from his mother, she scoops up the leftovers to nurse in her lap... more»
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The wonder and the mystery of this gospel lection, and of Jesus' life, lie not only in how he gives his body as a sacred space but also in how he calls us to be his body in this world. more»
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The spider webs glisten in the soft slanting light of a gilded Autumn in Aotearoa. The long white cloud has given way, for the moment, to golden luminosity. The intricate patterns and more»