Gospel
Jesus speaks of a rich man who hoards his abundance and builds new barns, but who dies before he can enjoy it.
30/Jul/2010 22:30 Filed in: Inspiration
I am struck by the closing line in this week’s Gospel lesson: “So it is with those who store up treasures for themselves but are not rich toward God.” Jesus speaks of a rich man who hoards his abundance and builds new barns, but who dies before he can enjoy it. The man’s life ends and his preparations are for naught.
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So, if gospel means “good news,” how come we find more hard words in our reading from Luke this Sunday?!
24/Jun/2010 06:21 Filed in: Inspiration
Jesus is talking to the disciples as the journey toward Jerusalem and his passion, death, and resurrection. He’s asking them to follow him. This is his sales pitch?! “…nowhere to lay his head.” “…(Not) fit for the kingdom of God.” Read More...
“What is your name?”
17/Jun/2010 20:51 Filed in: Inspiration
I walked past a man sitting on the sidewalk Monday. He was sitting in sunshine in long scruffy sleeves and worn pants, reading on a blanket. I don’t see a lot of homeless-looking folks in Green Valley. Read More...
In this week’s Gospel, we hear another story about Jesus of Nazareth raising a man from the dead.
03/Jun/2010 20:17 Filed in: Inspiration
This was His personal response to witnessing a mother’s grief at the loss of her only son. Our first reaction, upon reading this story, was, “Awesome! Now, why doesn’t he do that anymore? Read More...
We had two fortune cookies after our meal on Monday with two fortunes
22/May/2010 15:59 Filed in: Inspiration
Two encouraging sayings acknowledged the darkness and worry of the world in a few small inches and called for something different. It was an amusing resonance with earlier conversations and felt like a bit of grace.
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I wonder if they winced. The other disciples.
08/Apr/2010 15:07 Filed in: Inspiration
I wonder if they winced. The other disciples. There they were in the upper room, the doors closed when Jesus appeared again. “Peace.” Read More...
Your vestry worked hard last night.
17/Dec/2009 17:14 Filed in: Inspiration
Your vestry worked hard last night. We set the 2010 budget which will be presented to you for our Annual Parish Meeting on January 10th. (Mark your calendars and come!)
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Rob and I ran/walked the Las Vegas half-marathon on Sunday
10/Dec/2009 22:47 Filed in: Inspiration
Rob and I ran/walked the Las Vegas half-marathon on Sunday, a demanding and invigorating exercise. People lined the 13.1 mile route to cheer on sundry friends, family and team members. Rob and I didn’t know any of the folks cheering, but we appreciated the good energy. Read More...
The widow’s trust in God
06/Nov/2009 08:53 Filed in: Inspiration
I listened to the radio pledge drive chatter on the way home from the bus stop Wednesday morning: Read More...
W.W.J.D.?
22/Oct/2009 12:19 Filed in: Inspiration
W.W.J.D.?
Some stories make this question easier to ask and answer than others. The story of the blind beggar Bartimaeus in this week’s Gospel lesson (Mark 10:46-52) is one such story. Read More...
Some stories make this question easier to ask and answer than others. The story of the blind beggar Bartimaeus in this week’s Gospel lesson (Mark 10:46-52) is one such story. Read More...
I had one of those terrible, horrible, no good, very bad days recently.
08/Oct/2009 13:33 Filed in: Inspiration
I had one of those terrible, horrible, no good, very bad days recently. The toilet was stopped up when I went use it in the morning. The car wouldn’t start. On our way to the morning bus stop, another bus stop mom called to say that the bus was arriving early. There was no juice to drink breakfast. The cat threw up on the carpet. It was one of those days.
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I danced in the chapel last night.
01/Oct/2009 13:23 Filed in: Inspiration
I danced in the chapel last night. After corporate worship, after wine
and chocolate and stories, I returned alone to the stillness of the gently
lit Gothic arches, the worn oddity of the choir chairs, the clean cushion
of Catholic carpet, and I danced, my body stretching and leaping, spinning
and striving, giving voice to the hope and joy and frustration and sorrow
and love that fill my heart. Read More...
and chocolate and stories, I returned alone to the stillness of the gently
lit Gothic arches, the worn oddity of the choir chairs, the clean cushion
of Catholic carpet, and I danced, my body stretching and leaping, spinning
and striving, giving voice to the hope and joy and frustration and sorrow
and love that fill my heart. Read More...