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“The Frames of Your Belonging”

July 29, 2017
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I love this phrase set within John O’Donohue’s larger blessing.  “May you listen to your longing to be free/May the frames of your belonging be generous enough for your dreams.”  I can identify with the longing to be free and I know both the sense of security and the desolation that come with choosing a…

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Lent Five: Hearts Looking

April 1, 2017
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  This week we gathered around the story of Zacchaeus, another story of heart and seeing. We reflected on a Zacchaeus sermon Seeing Saints which you can find in an earlier blog post.  And we drew close to the Compassionate One as we reminded ourselves of that gospel we often forget, that we are not…

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Seeing Saints

October 28, 2016
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  Luke 19:1-10 This day near the threshold of All Saints, I invite you into this morning’s story looking for saints. I invite you to enter holding in mind the Godly Play question: “I wonder what part of the story is about you?” I invite you to “immerse yourself in the story and identify with…

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What kind of fool are you?

October 2, 2016
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Today is the first day of the week.  And it is most clearly the day on which I am reminded that I am not practicing the call that whistled through my heart all those years ago;  that call like spring grass, tender and possible.   I am not among the people I yearn to share a…

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O Spirit Come

June 3, 2016
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O dove O fire O breath O tide O wave O water like laughter

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Starlight and Slippers

January 3, 2016
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  Matthew 2:1-12 There was an Epiphany that found me travelling home from a small town the other side of Toronto.  I carried, along with all my bags and books, the story of the magi that we heard today. Drawn by the motion of travel into an interior world, in my imagination the magi journeyed again; their…

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The Gift of a Question

October 3, 2015
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A wise woman gave me a question. “What would it look like in this moment to take one small step in the direction of Love?” It wasn’t an asked question. It was truly given. I carry it with me in the place that is the last to close up in fear or anger, in fatigue…

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