On Wringing Out the Text

‘He really wrung that text dry.’ In the days and weeks that have followed, I’ve pondered that phrase, the concept of wringing the text dry. So often sermons say so much less that they could because of the constraints of time both in preparation and delivery. What did this man mean? How did he mean it? And is such a feat even possible? … More On Wringing Out the Text

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About a Girl

They say that it’s because you were born inside the wrong body, that you can’t help it. They say that it’s brave for you to try to fix that problem, that you should be true to yourself. They say that embracing these feelings will make things so much better for you. That this won’t hurt … More About a Girl

Mama

Mama, Please forgive me, I’m so sorry. I know that you’re not happy with me and that I am and will be a source of pain to you but I promise I don’t mean it.

Holy Sonnet X

Death, be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so; For those whom thou thinkst thou dost overthrow Die not, poor Death…   It feels as though it shouldn’t happen on sunny days and yet it inevitably does. People seem to make a point of passing away under … More Holy Sonnet X

On Being Heard

Sometimes you just want to get on with your work. But the nurse on duty was being polite and asking what I studied. Then his moustache twitched excitedly and his eyes lit up and out poured a tale of world travel and priest training and the joy of hermeneutics. A discussion of Mary as co-redemptrix … More On Being Heard

The Lifter Up of Heads

You can be sad when Summer comes. It’s harder to admit though. Everyone else seems so caught up in the lighter nights and plans for holidays to exciting new places. Outside birds are nesting and temperatures gradually climbing, but inside your heart still huddles against the Winter winds.

Take heart, tired soul. Come to the Psalms with me. … More The Lifter Up of Heads