All-Age talk for Christingle service, Christmas Eve
We gaze into the crib, and our faith is reborn
A homily for Midnight Mass, 2018
Tonight, Christ is born
and the Angels sing. Continue reading Midnight Mass – and the Angels Sing
‘I grew up kissing bread and books’ Salman Rushide
A homily for Bible Sunday
I’m holding in my hand something little,
and that’s falling falling apart.
It’s small, fragile, and the pages don’t all hold together
but it’s the reason I’m standing here, today.
I was given this Gideon’s New Testament when I went to secondary school. For a long time, it just stayed by the side of my bed. Sometimes, if I felt scared of the dark, or worried, I’d instinctively hold it.
one evening, when I found myself opening it, out of curiosity. I was reading the story in Matthew’s gospel of Jesus walking beside the sea of Galilee. All the passage says is that Jesus walks up to two fisherman, Simon Peter and Andrew, and just says, ‘Come and follow me’.
I can’t explain why, but I was overwhelmed by the deep sense that I…
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Re-post (for Trinity 21, 2018, Mark 10: 35-45) “It’s your humility, Macarius. Against your humility, I am powerless”
Homily for Trinity 20, October 18th, 2015
Last week it was a great joy to add Megan to our altar serving team at S. David’s. Just a few weeks before, Jacob joined us too. There’s still room for more in our altar serving crew, especially at S. Timothy’s….
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