by Rev Alisha

Tag: christian

  • the body is the epiphany

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    As we continue in our season of Epiphany, a season of pointing to Jesus’ divinity, we come to a story that reveals Jesus’ authority when, on the Sabbath day in Capernaum, he enters a synagogue in Mark 1:21-28. Here we see that Jesus teaches in a way that astounds his listeners, teaching them things not…

  • It’s time.

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    I have a small balcony, with a handful of plants that have been growing sporadically or not at all. The thyme, which has lasted for over a year, is almost dead. There is one small strand of green left on the thyme that I keep watering it, fully knowing that it will not come back…

  • Wild Spirit

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    What is rising in you? Today is the beginning of the longest season in our Christian calendar: Pentecost. Today marks the day where spirit is breathed into the matter of you and in me and brings life, prophecy and deep dreaming to our bones and our flesh. Today is the fulfilment of what the life,…

  • Our Ascension

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    Look up, Look upat the sun, the moon, the clouds that gather gas in massthe rain as it falls down the pane of glassdo we knowthat this too shall pass? This season of waitingof looking to the skyof calling to up highfor this hole that needs fillingas world hibernates and implodes in What is salvationwhen…

  • I AM the way

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    This day, this seasonof leaves falling to the groundred on orange on browndeep down there is but a flickering flameof something I cannot name. So I keep tucked awaynot knowing what happens after todaytrying to keep warm.as winter slowly dawns. But the tears can’t stop fallingand I can’t stop callingfor help, for the wayin the…

  • A Creation Story

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    Crossing ocean, river, sea,circling world, the deep, dark emptyabysshow did I get here? Herewhere life is one big playwithout director, musician or script writeI fumble along without linesno black scratches on whitepaper. So I tryto move through space and timescratching my story along invisible linesHopingthis story is part of the playone note, one letter awaywhere…

  • In Tomb

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    I have found myself, post-Easter, scrambling, waiting, watching and mourning. Do we, as a world, ever have the luxury of entering into resurrection? It often feels more like we are at the foot of the cross than spreading news of miracles and of joy. Last week I chatted with my spiritual director and she highlighted…

  • Palm Sunday Prayer

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    We open to you today, to the spirit that lives and breathes in our bodies. May we quiet our minds and hear the path, the sound of palm on earth, being set before us this morning. May we feel with every inhale, the wild beauty of life filling the marrow of our bones. With every…

  • Walking on Water

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    The past few weeks I have been wrestling with my path, purpose and passion. During a time of fear and uncertainty, where most people are locked in, I still have a job and can leave the house, speak with other people face-to-face, three days a week. It’s glorious…. well, not really, it’s still a job.…

  • The Lie in My Bones

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    A long time agoman birthed from breathdirt turned to bonebone brokeninto womanapple eaten and so began the hymn of pridethe dance of shame. It is the world’s longest gameRoll the dicePick a tribePride and shame is the lie that starts deep inside. Oh how I long for the daybefore we were made out of clayswimming…