Advent, Psalm 145 and a “Fantastic” Vision “There is a time and place in the ceaseless human endeavor to change the world, when alternative visions, no matter how fantastic, provide the grist for shaping powerful political forces for change.
A New Way Home It’s that time of year again. That time to journey home, the place of anxiety, fear, frustration and pain.
How Long O Lord? Each year on December 6th, we mark 24 years since the Montreal Massacre – that horrific day when Mark Lepine shot and killed 14 women at l’École Polytechnique in Montreal.
Jesus, Obama and de Certeau: Redemptive Tactics in the Security State Some opening thoughts on John 7. 1-36. It’s a good thing that the whole Jesus thing didn’t happen in the 21st century.
Pale Reflection. Black Mirror. A meditation inspired by Luke 20:27-38 and Arcade Fire’s Reflektor. Where were we again?
Hell Fire at Christmas! by Brian Walsh For a child has been born for us, a son given to us; authority rests upon his shoulders; and he is named Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.
We are waiting by Jamie Howison [A sermon preached at st. benedict’s table, Winnipeg, on the third Sunday of Advent] Every so often life throws the preacher a curve ball, such that the sermon written on Friday morning no longer speaks to the realities of Sunday evening.
At a loss for words by Brian Walsh [I had written this piece before the horrific news came out of Newtown, Connecticut yesterday.
O Come O Come Samuel: Reflections on My Epidural by Marcia Boniferro “We know that the whole creation has been groaning in labour pains until now; and not only the creation but we ourselves, who have the first fruits of the Spirit, groan inwardly while we wait for adoption, the redemption of our bodies.
Advent Ache, Advent Hope by Brian Walsh My daughters think that I hate shopping. They are mostly right.
“Keening for the Dawn” … again (further Advent reflections on Steve Bell’s title cut from his new album, Keening for the Dawn: Christmastide) by Brian Walsh I’m still struck by the keening.
Joanne and the Virgin Mary by Joanna Moon Over the last couple of weeks, I’ve been reflecting on my friendship with Joanne, a tall, beautiful, transgendered, aboriginal woman who very recently took her own life.