It seems there is a different ‘hardest thing’ every day. Today it was that you didn’t remember that we really had fun last night but sometimes it’s that you don’t remember you rang just before, and just before that, and before that, first thing this morning, and asked the same question to which i gave…
I used to stand at the gates of hope calling to those who walked past till i was hoarse speaking with truth, bearing witness to grace and then either I moved or hope did and i find myself here where i can’t for the life of me see it anymore. I’m sure it’s there [i’ve…
i am perhaps in danger of holding agnosticism as fiercely and with the same tenacious commitment that would not let me let go of faith when it had had its time. and i wonder again whether it matters [this belief or its absence], and what it is in me that simply can’t decide.
It’s been a while! Much happening in non-public spaces… but this one’s for Amy, and for Jill, and for Sarah, and for David, who all said in the last couple of weeks, ‘will you update the fricking blog already’… What if it isn’t a faith crisis. What if leaving it all behind holds nothing of…
Things that make me want to have faith: the idea that a resurrected life isn’t blemish free: it bears witness to the world’s wounds. This is for the prison this afternoon. In spite of our doubts, may we recognise you in our midst: wounded, bloody, and resurrected in spite of our doubts, may we know…
This is for tomorrow in the remand centre. We have six services spread over the day there… I’ve been thinking a lot, after going to numerous services in prisons around the state over the last couple of weeks, how much our hatred for human nature [and ourselves] creeps into liturgy at this time of year.…
for the Remand Centre this thursday : And now we lay down the palm branches. And with them we lay down our belief that there is another way for you to be God. As the last echo of the final alleluia fades, so does our hope that this journey can end in any other way.…
[probably unfinished, so I’ll probably regret posting it. whatever.] I would rather it otherwise, God, but I don’t think you deliberately chose the cross. I think you simply chose love at every available moment even though it led inevitably to death. I would rather it otherwise, because it means faith is me making the choice…
imagine if, every time someone mentioned your name, another person mentioned, as a permanent footnote, the worst thing you have ever done: Cheryl Lawrie*. Imagine if, every time you were introduced at a party, you could see people scrolling through their memories, until they are able to pull out the scrap of information about you…
Lurching from one disappointment to the next crisis with detours via expectation, deadline and complication I am grateful for my newfound skill to say ‘enough’ to the worry when I cannot say ‘enough’ to the load. And to stay sane I have discarded all platitudes and pinterest admonitions to take each day as a glorious…
