Wisdom for our Time: A review of Bruce Cockburn’s O Sun O Moon Wisdom doesn't always come with age. But it does with Bruce Cockburn.
Pacing the Cage with J. Richard Middleton Celebrating Richard Middleton's retirement. Pacing the cage with resonance and dissonance
Creation Dreams and Ecological Nightmares … again Earth Day 2020 and biblical contrasts. Dreams and nightmares, ecocide and new creation.
Dangerous Angels: Bruce Cockburn’s Prophetic Pilgrimage If you wrestle with angels, you'll always end up with a limp.
La Loche, Adam and the Eventide of Joy Adam knew with Isaiah that there was something deeply wrong in our world. Adam knew that, “the earth is utterly broken, the earth is torn asunder,” and he dedicated his life to the healing of that broken world.
Parental Advisory: Idols are F**ked up When you don’t give a flying f**k about the people in misery, when you are happy to rape their land, wipe out whole towns of peasants, allow education and health care to become almost non-existent, and in the process leave the nation with insupportable debt for generations to come, then it sure looks like some sort of idolatry is afoot. Only idolatry can explain this sacrifice of people, land and the future. Idols require sacrifice, and they have an insatiable appetite for children.
Psalm 33 and an Ontology of Love The earth is full of the steadfast love of God. Dripping, saturated, soaked, running over in love. Even against the evidence.
Psalm 137, Exile and Rocket Launchers Songs of home, songs of hope, songs that keep a faith alive, are defiled and profaned when they become the trivial entertainment of voyeuristic oppressors.
Advent Ache, Advent Hope by Brian Walsh My daughters think that I hate shopping. They are mostly right.
A Song of Thanksgiving Holy Eucharist & Baptism St. Michael’s Anglican Church | Merritt, BC A reflection on Luke 17:11-19 by Andrew Stephens-Rennie There we were.
Waiting for a Miracle/Overturning the Tables Wine After Dinner | Church of the Redeemer, Lent 3 | John 2.13-22 You can find the full liturgy here.
Pacing the Cage: The Prophetic Hope of Bruce Cockburn by Brian Walsh Republished with permission from www.huffingtonpost.com Sunset is an angel weeping Holding out a bloody sword No matter how I squint I cannot Make out what it’s pointing toward These lines, from Bruce Cockburn’s hauntingly beautiful song “Pacing the Cage,” have been my constant companions as I have been reflecting on the year that was and the year that is to come.
Hunting for Hope at Camp Fowler by Brian Walsh I have been spending this week at Camp Fowler in the Adriondacks.