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
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
Bad poetry seems to be the order of the week friends (sorry). A continuing theme of the last few years has been realising life’s indeterminacy and navigating personal disappointments – both my own and those of friends’. At the end of my year in London I had to write a reflective essay, in which I… Read More they didn’t tell me about the grey
Cone writes about the crucifixion as a first-century lynching, and about how black people facing the state-endorsed terrorism of lynching identified with Jesus; they, “found in the cross the spiritual power to resist the violence they so often suffered” (p22).… Read More Re-crucifying Christ
A reflection after the terror attacks in Manchester and London.… Read More Eternity in the Human Heart
I ask, “Is anyone here wearing one green and one orange shoelace?” and a very tell and shy girl will raise her hand, and I will say, “Honey Bear? You are loved and chosen. As is, here and now and always. This is a come as you are system.” The girl (who had just gotten arrested for drunk and disorderly) smiled, blushed, and dipped her head like a swan.… Read More Two Posts I love from Anne Lamott
