Before responding to every post, but this post especially, ask yourself if your response is kind. Sexual harassment can happen to anyone, though it has gendered and racial dimensions. Only the gendered dimension is (implicitly) explored here. CW: sexual harassment My secondary school was a fifteen minute walk from my house growing up. At the… Read More “I saw you looking at me”
I don’t imagine I’m old enough to say that I’m getting used to the years going by. Nevertheless, another year has slipped past and I am reluctant to see it go, blessed as I am to have made home in another place. In these end of year posts, I usually pick out something I feel… Read More A first year in Sheffield
Originally posted on underwhosewings:
Around a year ago, I began a Quest. Admittedly, it was not as exciting as the Chaucerian or Middle-Earth variety, but it was still a long journey that I would, in an ideal world, not have needed to make. My Quest was facing up to the fact that I was, chronically…
As far as word association goes, ‘future’ is to ‘dream’ as ‘past’ is to ‘memory’. Dreaming is superfluous, maybe indulgent. In any case, it’s uncomfortable. In another episode of word association, ‘illusory’ is to ‘dream’ as ‘reality’ is to ‘act’. Dreaming is pretence, maybe unhinged. In any case, it’s irrelevant. And yet, I am coming… Read More the things dreams are
Perhaps the thing I’ve missed most of all in lockdown is church in person. I deeply miss the physicality of being with others to worship, and have struggled with the distance which makes me feel as if I am watching church rather than truly participating. This morning I listened to Rev’d Richard Springer preach. You… Read More The bread is enough.
Lord, We are afraid to admit culpability because we are worried we will be held accountable. We are afraid to repent because we are worried we will have to change. When we read scripture, we read ourselves into the narrative as the oppressed not the oppressor. We are unwilling to contemplate our complicity in death,… Read More we are the perpetrators
At the grave of Lazarus, Jesus wept. Even for one who would be raised again. Lament means grieving death in all its forms. It’s an expression of faith – holding pain before God; confessing loss and belief part of the same reality. It is all too easy for our dealings with pain to become escapist.… Read More Lament
Endings are a part of living. They mark out chapters of change, create divides, place fractures between a now and a then. There are so many endings in our lives. And so many fractures. Bits of loss, bits of thought, corners of ourselves we don’t find out about until someone we meet uncovers them. Endings… Read More endings are part of living
Once upon a time, a people lived in fear.In all the world they lived in, they sought for Love drawn near.They knew that Love was full and true, was certain and was deep;They knew it was dependable, something you could keep.They knew it should be given free, not measured out in kind;This sort of love… Read More the Guarantor
In the past two days, 800+ people have died in the UK from Covid19. Their funerals will be attended only by immediate family members. Many more deaths are expected. In the midst of such loss, it is easy to get absorbed in the activity of meaning-making. Easy to seek refuge in diverting our attention elsewhere.… Read More good friday
It helps, now and then, to step back and take a long view.The Kingdom is not only beyond our efforts,it is even beyond our vision. We accomplish in our lifetime only a tiny fraction of themagnificent enterprise that is God’s work. Nothing we do is complete,which is another way of saying that the Kingdom always… Read More Prophets of a future not our own
Reimagining. … Read More Lent and re-imagining
