Sermon: Luke 6.20-2 Jesus, Blessing & Warning https://willoughby.lwchurch.ca/podcasts/media/2019-10-06-jesus-blessing
“In a sense, God cannot be remembered. He can only be discovered. God’s presence is something that does not belong to the past or to the future but only to the present.” Thomas Merton Most of us know plenty about the suffocating inner spiral of worry. We worry about what has happened; we worry aboutRead more
Sermon: 1 Corinthians 12 September 8, 2019 https://fortlangley.lwchurch.ca/podcasts/media/2019-09-08-together-as-a-body Jesus invites us to think differently and to see ourselves not as autonomous individuals but instead as interdependent persons. He invites us to open our eyes to the reality of interconnection; he draws us out of division and selfishness, and deeper into the possibility of loving togetherness, notRead more
Sermon: Pslam 24.1-2 July 28, 2019 https://fortlangley.lwchurch.ca/podcasts/media/2019-07-28-embedding A Christian is someone who belongs to God and belongs in the world God has made; someone renewed by Jesus, helping to renew the world along with Jesus from the inside out.
Sermon: Philippians 2.4-5 July 7, 2019 https://fortlangley.lwchurch.ca/podcasts/media/2019-07-07-celebrating Jesus’ life and teaching was “good news of great joy for all people”. The joy and celebration Jesus invites us into, however, is rooted in the reality of forgiveness.
Sermon: Luke 6.12-19 June 23, 2019 https://willoughby.lwchurch.ca/podcasts/media/2019-06-23-on-the-inside-looking-out Look at Jesus and find God on the level ground with the rest of us. Hear Jesus say your name, inviting you into the human project for the world’s renewal. Follow Jesus into prayer and discover life with God in loving dependence.
Gloria Jane was born May 30, 2019. I wrote the first poem in the Spring of 2018 as Sarah and I began to take seriously the possibility of becoming parents, the second during the third trimester, and the third on our final getaway before our daughter was born. Imagining Gloria was written on a hunch that weRead more
Katharine Tynan writes in her poem Slow Spring, O year, grow slowly. Exquisite, holy, The days go on With almonds showing the pink stars blowing, And birds in the dawn. “O year, grow slowly. Exquisite, holy…” The idea that taking our time, or going slowly, is somehow connected to things around us or within us becomingRead more
…very early on Sunday morning the women went to the tomb, taking the spices they had prepared. 2 They found that the stone had been rolled away from the entrance. 3 So they went in, but they didn’t find the body of the Lord Jesus.4 As they stood there puzzled, two men suddenly appeared to them, clothed in dazzling robes. 5 TheRead more
___ In the Praetorium His is the name on everyone’s lips the Galilean who talks in riddles tangled like empty nets. We know his kind, fiery, foolish enough to turn up this week of all bloody weeks. What are they saying this time in the courts about his chances? Oh, it’s not looking good. FoolishRead more