It all Begins in Joy It all begins in joy and to joy it all returns. Yet in between, a thousand deaths each day.
Slaughter of the Holy Innocents … again From the manger to a mass grave, from joy to the world to inconsolable wailing, from proclamations of peace to cold blooded death squads, … in a matter of days.
What are we waiting for? In the new Jerusalem there shall be no more homophobia, no more transphobic, no more sexism, no more racism, no more ablism, no more classism.
Death’s Sting and Defiant Alleluias Without the pain of death’s sting, the celebration of resurrection is little more than cultural sentimentality.
Holy Week, Holy Huddle: A Pastoral Letter We are called, every year, to huddle with the Forsaken One, in the week of his abandonment.
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?
Bound to Betray … again I've never known how to handle betrayal. Especially in the community of faith. Washing the blood stained feet of the betrayer, hasn't been in my tool kit.
Immoderate Love Love is excessive, extravagant, over-the-top, immoderate, and it always, always, always hurts
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.
Because Grace An excerpt of a reflection on John 2:1-11 by Andrew Stephens-Rennie, originally preached at St.
All Things in Christ All of creation now begins to bend back into harmony with God and the vision of a deep and everlasting and generous and fruitful peace becomes something that you can just start to catch a glimpse of.
Life Chooses Life A reflection on Luke 3:15-22 by Andrew Stephens-Rennie. Originally preached at St Brigids Vancouver.
Away from the Manger: The Refugee King Away from the manger they ran for their lives The crying boy Jesus, a son they must hide A dream came to Joseph, they fled in the night And they ran and they ran and they ran
Advent: Hope, Land, and Wine Hope is impossible without a deep sense of being landed. And hope is impossible if you never get dirt under your fingernails.