remember that you are dust

I spent yesterday at a retreat for women at Magdala, a site just up the road from Tiberias thought to be the ancient village where Mary Madalene lived. Like many places in this land, it's both an archeological park (they've unearthed a first century synagogue) and a contemporary place of worship which houses an atrium devoted to…

sermon: my soul magnifies the lord

For those who missed it this morning, and those who were sleeping, here is the sermon I preached at Old Saint Paul's this morning for the Feast of Mary, Mother of God. Almost three years ago, I was ordained deacon and a week or two later, with much fear and trembling, gave my first sermon…

on palestine, poetry and preaching

This may well be one of those posts that only makes sense to me. It's a bit random, I confess. During August, I went to an event at the Edinburgh International Book Festival on Palestinian poetry. A Bird Is Not a Stone is an anthology of contemporary Palestinian poetry which has been translated by about…

winter worship

Just for fun, and because it's the time of year for good poetry, especially poetry about darkness and light, here's one of my favourites. ...Mother of Darkness, Our Lady, ...Suffer our supplications, ………………………...our hurts come unto you. ...Hear us from absence your dwelling place, ...Whose ear we plead for. ………………………...End us our outstay. ...Where darkness…