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We arrived at the trendy new wine bar slash cafe on Bloor Street.
Happy Are They Who Trust in Her
Happy are they who trust in Her, for it is her powerful womb in which we live and move and have our being.
If God is Like a Father
If God is like a Father, I pray God is nothing like me
Weeping, Confession, Resistance
Without weeping we’ll never get to confession, and without confession we’ll never build an effective resistance.
The Kingdom of God is an Invasive Species
The kingdom of God is plucky. It will not be rooted out. It will provide sustenance and home for those you’ve ignored, and those you've pushed to the side.
Revoicing the Psalms: Psalm 3
A day is coming // and that day has surely come // when the beat of the accusers // will be drowned out by // the rhythm of love.
Revoicing the Psalms: Psalm 2
The God who has died a thousand deaths / will die a thousand more / each time embracing the grave / as one more chance to love. // Revoicing Psalm 2
Revoicing the Psalms: Psalm 1
Happy are those who do not follow the advice of the wicked, who refuse to deny God’s invitation to shalom.
By the Rivers of our Fundamentalist Captivity
By the rivers of our fundamentalist captivity we sat down and wept, and wept. And when we could weep no more, tears dried in the sun, we leapt. Preaching the poetry of protest, snarling songs of salvation.
Jesus and the Festival of Hope
A reflection on Matthew 17:1-9 by Andrew Stephens-Rennie at Christ Church Cathedral’s St.
Longing for Stability
I am longing for sabbath: for the time and space that might allow me to dwell in the healing stability of God's love.
Dance Us Through the Panic
This week, St. Leonard of Montreal leaves us to Isaiah, the prophet of old, to dance us through the panic till we’re gathered safely in.
Come to the Table :: A Reflection
A reflection on Luke 24:13-35 by Andrew Stephens-Rennie for Come to the Table :: An Evening of Story, Stillness, and Song.
Hanging on For Dear Life
We find Jesus on the side of the road, I can only imagine stunned, at the sight of the wide-eyed rich man hanging on to the tree for dear life
by Andrew Stephens-Rennie There’s this nagging feeling that has risen up lately after many of my recent posts, and it goes something like this: Why are you spending so much time focusing on individual healing?
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