Even though Mother’s Day isn’t mentioned in scripture, this holiday offers us a great opportunity to recognize our mothers, those who were like mothers to us, and the mothers of our faith throughout God’s story. One mother in particular calls me to remember God’s providence, power, humility, and grace. In 1 Samuel 2, Hannah offers… Read more »
Sitting there silently, pining for time
My heart starts to rip at its seam
The pieces asunder held by hands not mine
Are mended by my loving Redeemer
Having three daughters under the age of seven, New Year’s Eve is a trying occasion. For two years our eldest daughter has wanted to stay awake until midnight. Although I respect her more literal interpretation of Matthew 25:13 (keep awake therefore . . . ), we end up carrying her to bed roundabout half-past ten. … Read more »
Having three daughters under the age of seven, New Year’s Eve is a trying occasion. For two years our eldest daughter has wanted to stay awake until midnight. Although I respect her more literal interpretation of Matthew 25:13 (keep awake therefore . . . ), we end up carrying her to bed roundabout half-past ten. … Read more »
School is just around the corner and parents around the parish are rejoicing while children and youth feverishly finish summer reading, select first-day attire, and change out Facebook cover photos. Education is one of the most, if not the most important community investment. Over the next year students will strive to stretch the mind with… Read more »
Wednesday, April 13, 2011 And this is love… Rev. Matt Rawle Love is patient, Satiating restless waiting Love is kind, Providing generous abundance Love is not envious, Poisonous placating Or boastful, Selfish advance Or arrogant, Condescension, berating Or rude, A loveless romance It does not insist on its own… Read more »
The gospel text for this Sunday, Christ the King Sunday, is Luke’s record of Christ’s crucifixion. What is the church trying to say with the cross and Christ’s coronation? George MacLeod, Scottish war hero and founder of the Iona Community (1895-1991) wrote a peom, “Crucified Between Two Thieves,” which gives us pause: Jesus was not… Read more »
It was early in the morning Several hours before the sun would awake The stale smell of dried expired beer Filled the streets as incense to Bacchus. An old young man stumbles to find his way In the damp streets of a rainless quarter Jazz echoes off century-old buildings As if being replayed in a… Read more »