Holy Thursday
April 2, 2021
That he still bore scars is what I’ve always thought so beautiful. It’s what’s intrigued me more than almost anything else all these years about the story so many celebrate at Easter all over the world, believers, half-believers, unbelievers too. The story of resurrection, the idea of it, the hope of it.
April 1, 2021
Brutal are the reminders of our creatureliness, our frail nakedness.
April 1, 2021
A democracy fighting for its life, a body politic trying to survive: that’s what we’re seeing in Myanmar.
April 9, 2020
To put it very simply, what we do this evening is what faithful people have always done and will until the end of time: since Egypt, since the desert, since Christ, and unto the heavenly Jerusalem. It is why we are here.
April 1, 2021
This is the “night he was handed over.”[1] The night the slow murder began.
April 6, 2023
It amazes me still the story from Exodus (a few chapters on from the passage we’ve heard this evening), the story about the elders of Israel, there on the mountain with Moses and Aaron: that mystical moment, that meal, when they ate and drank and saw God. They didn’t die, the sacred text says; they should’ve […]
