Romans 13 … again: love in the night, longing for the day by Brian Walsh Returning to Romans 13. Wine Before Breakfast, March 5, 2013 The whole thing is really rather curious.
Sanctuary, Jason Kenney and Jesus by Brian Walsh I’ve been thinking of writing a mock newspaper article with the title, “Jason Kenney Rejects Jesus.”
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.
Keening for the Dawn: Welcome to Advent A (beginning) Review of Steve Bell’s new cd, Keening for Dawn: Christmastide (Signpost Music, 2012).
Two Parades, One City and Holy Saturday Brian Walsh (On March 31 I spoke to the Southwestern Ontario regional conference of StreetLevel.
Holy Week and Dismantling Atomic Bombs The pilgrims on the Jericho road always sang the same song as they made their way to Jerusalem on the first day of Passover Week.