Uplifting
Yesterday, the Spouse and I celebrated our twelfth wedding anniversary. But this isn’t the year for fancy dinners or weekends away. Instead, we went to […]
Authorkatiemunnik
Labyrinthitis
I’ve been trying to write a blog that isn’t about how I’m feeling. Which is proving to be a little tricky. Everything feels off centre and […]
Still Point
This morning, I had a worship planning meeting. Our theme was “centrepoint” – which was born of a brainstorming session several months ago. I was […]
Acorns and Pentecost
It is good to remember that we started small. Without any sense of institution or establishment. There wasn’t any protocol or set format. Just a […]
Scrubbing the table
On Thursday night at Dinner Church, we were anticipating Pentecost. We shared the passage from John 14 when Jesus promises the Advocate who will remain […]
Walking the Way
We were out for a walk last week when we discovered this pool. It sits in front of the Scottish Parliament and, if you are […]
Thomas’ Nicknames
“‘…And you know the way to the place where I am going.’ Thomas said to him, ‘Lord, we do not know where you are going. […]
And May brings birthdays
I woke up this morning thinking about Plum’s birthday cake. Not that we’re anywhere close to getting ready for that momentous day. July still feels […]
Reading Alice and other prayers
My heart stopped in a bookstore on Thursday morning. Isn’t that dramatic? But there on the table was Lying under the Apple Tree, by Alice […]
In the Middle
A quiet spot on the morning. The neighbourhood feels quiet around us. Come tomorrow, there will be fuss and rushing and routine again and we’ll resume our busy ways. And that’s just right for Easter, too. Because Easter happens in the middle.
An All-Ages Easter
We are an Easter people. We need to show our children that Easter is important to adults. This is the biggest story of our year. If nothing else, we want kids to catch a glimpse of that. Easter matters to us. The Easter story is the joyful centre of who we are.
Palm Sunday Contained
Every Lent feels different. Perhaps it is the practises we take on or readings from a different book. The patterns of lunchtime services or quiet […]
We All Stink
Some days, the gospel seems clear, but it’s hard to talk about. Usually when reading the story of Lazarus, I find myself thinking about the sisters […]
Dayspring
Here, we have everything. The healed and the witnesses. The doubters and the worriers. Tradition and threat, Sabbath rest and holy healing. Identity and history. All our worries, our concerns and pragmatisms trying to make sense of wonder and grace, all our fear. And at the centre, Jesus as the light of the world.
Wind-shaped
There is a vigorous rhythm in this story, too. A daring back-and-forth, part-dancing, part-debate as the woman questions Jesus, getting to the heart of the question that separates them as Samaritans and Jews.
Dazzled, blinking and born again
Nicodemus is not used to standing in a place where reason fails. But this is a place where we all must stand at some point in our lives. In joy or in sorrow. In pain or abandon or grief or loneliness or moments of calling and clarity. Moments when we are blinded, unsure if we are standing in the darkness or in the light.
And if you are
These are lines from Berry’s Sabbath 1999 poems, but let them ring in Lent this year. Again we resume the long lesson of small things. The simple lesson that takes us years of circling to finally work into the fabric of our hearts. Maybe it takes all the years. Maybe that’s the point.
Cake Day and Moses
Our biggest pie fan (and one of our oldest friends) was visiting this weekend, so I had a second go at the passion fruit tart […]
Lovely
Sometimes you don’t know how things are going to end up. When I was plotting Valentine’s Day a few weeks ago, I bought two teacups […]
Milk and Apples
Plum has just started on solid foods which makes this week’s lectionary reading from Corinthians resound with me. And so, brothers and sisters, I could not speak […]