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Creating Shadows

There’s nothing quite like the fluid warmth of candlelight. One small flame illuminates a dark space with a nonjudgmental gentleness — its light welcomes everyone regardless of our crimes and misdemeanours, our successes and glories. It is fully itself. It shines. No other questions asked, no responses needed. There’s so much anger rising up in the world that this gentleness…

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The Cold Light of Illumination

The polar vortex is a demanding oppressor. Coldness creates contraction — in cells, in molecules. The same goes for life. It becomes frigidly contracted, small, hunkered down. The plague that is cabin fever sets in quickly and spreads rapidly because it’s too cold to walk or run outside for more than a few minutes. Of course, there are the die-hard…

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When We Kill the Prophets

I remember when Rob Bell released his book “Love Wins”. There was somewhat of a frenzy at our church about Rob’s teachings — whether or not they were heresy. Eventually, the church board at the time chose to ban Rob’s works from the church library. He was deemed dangerous, a threat to bible-believing Christianity. I was still fully immersed in…

Goddess & Saint: Trusting Shared Space on Imbolc

In the Northern Hemisphere, February 01 is Imbolc or the Feast of St.Brigid/Brigid’s Day. Imbolc, in the Celtic calendar, marks the beginning of spring (which, I understand, is a little bit laughable coming from a Canadian currently sitting in the midst of the polar vortex). The day rests halfway between the autumnal and spring equinoxes, just as the summer festival…

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What’s Up for 2019

It’s exciting to be blogging again after being on hiatus for a few months. Being on internship has required me to start learning an entirely new language as well as a new job. Learning not only who to ask questions of, but what to ask at all has been a delightful challenge for me. There aren’t as many people actively…

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A Call to Repentance

John’s baptism is tricky to preach on. On the one hand, he’s a fiery preacher who makes stark the need for transformation in a dark world. On the other hand, he sounds awfully judgmental and ‘works-based’ (especially in Lutheran contexts). Well, if we can contextualise John’s actions and practices to his own time and place without overlaying our own fears…

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Light & Word, Hope & Life

I had the honour of preaching the Christmas Day message this morning at Trinity Lutheran Church. John happens to be my favourite gospel, for all it’s imagery and poetry. John 1 especially because it takes the human Jesus we see the night before to a cosmic Christ in the bright light of day. This Word was spoken at creation, at…

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A Magnificat Protest — Sermon for Advent 4

The more I learn about Mary, the more I love how much of a rebellious world-shaker she is. I left behind the image of a meek, mild, plump middle-age woman sweetly humming a lullaby long ago; but even today I’m constantly surprised at just how daring Mary truly was. The Magnificat is a radically political poem that dares to stand…

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It’s (Not?) the End of the World as We Know It…

I had the honour of preaching my first intern sermon at Trinity Lutheran Church yesterday on Advent 1. The lectionary reading was Luke 21:25-36 — the end of the world. It’s a nice and easy introduction to preaching, right? I shared a fragment of my own story around the End Times and a couple of ways such theology was used…

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Where is Jesus Now if Not in My Heart?

Where is Jesus now? Awake at 2:30 this morning, I wondered what becomes of the images and metaphors we use in our initial spiritual or religious contexts after we exit them. Where do they go? Who does God then become? How, then, do we connect with the Divine? For those of you who may require some explanation, evangelicals describe a…