Author Archives: Andrew Stephens-Rennie
Sing Hallelujah to the Lord
A sermon based on Luke 1.57-80 for the Feast of St.
Dismantling the Doctrine of Discovery
How might we come together to dismantle the ongoing effects of the Doctrine of Discovery in the church and in the world?
God Still Breathes
A reflection on 2 Corinthians 5:20-6:2 for Ash Wednesday. Before we get to the hard stuff, Before we rightly acknowledge before God and one another our brokenness, sin, and unrighteousness, Lest we allow ourselves to wallow in the pit of shame and guilt.
An excerpt of a reflection on John 2:1-11 by Andrew Stephens-Rennie, originally preached at St.
Life Chooses Life
A reflection on Luke 3:15-22 by Andrew Stephens-Rennie. Originally preached at St Brigids Vancouver.
In Name Alone
Not wishing to impose Divine will upon them, God gave them up in the lusts of their hearts to impurity. A Christian nation in name alone.
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.
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