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A Spirit that Cripples

A Spirit that CripplesPentecost 11; Luke 13:10-17She still came there for worship although so bowed down:“Bound by Satan!” they whispered through eighteen long years,Her bent back was a symbol of burdens she bore, the rules which gave women no voice for their tears.Her staunch faith was not vanquished by what pulled her down,though she’d givenContinue reading “A Spirit that Cripples”

Now the Son in a Splendour

Now the Son in a splendour (lyrics) (suggested for All Saints’ Day, John 11:32-44) Now the Son in a splendour of wholeness has shattered the smallness of our mundane lives. He discards all our bindings and coffins, and calls to our dead and our lost to emerge. So our butterfly souls are unfurling, and heartsContinue reading “Now the Son in a Splendour”

Easter Morning

Easter Morning John 20:1-18 You know there are times that we drag our feet to a tomb of sorts. Our hopes have died, perhaps our love. We come to grieve, embalm the corpse, or touch the stone that seals in death and shuts us out. The tomb gapes wide and cracks our hearts. There’s noContinue reading “Easter Morning”

Prayer in a Dark Garden

Prayer in a Dark Garden – Mark 14:32-42, Holy Week There comes a desperate time for those of us who pray when, thrown upon the ground, we share his gut-wrenched cry: “Abba, Father, for you all things are possible: remove this cup from me!” Perhaps it’s not our death or fear of coming pain (notContinue reading “Prayer in a Dark Garden”