Tag: church
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Heaven, Here
Feb 1, 2026Matthew 5:1-12 What if heaven isn’t somewhere we go later, but something we keep encountering together? Drawing on the Beatitudes, shared rituals, and moments of public gathering, we see how blessing takes shape among the grieving, the gentle, and those who hunger for justice. From mountaintops to city streets, heaven is revealed not…
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These Boxes
When I was a child I was given boxes to grow intolike sinewon bone so my identity might takesome sort of shapein the chaos of society’s landscape. And as I grew these boxes defined mereminding mewho I was resigned to be.This helped a little so I might know how to cross the streetso I might…
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The Importance of being Inclusive
“All are welcome”. A statement I have heard too often from far too many churches. It gives a false sense of security. Is my whole body welcome here? Is my gender and sexuality welcome here? Is my theology welcome here? Would my atheist partner be welcome here? And as the service goes on, without fail,…
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Unfollowing Fundamentalism
When I moved to Australia, I was given the opportunity to start fresh again. To wipe the slate clean of the old ties I had to my evangelical world and to meet people who were more in line with my politics, my spirituality and my passions. And so began the massive (literal) witch hunt to…
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Lent
I thought I would give Lent a go this year, like I tell myself every year. But this year it has actually stuck. No alcohol. No chips. Sundays are a saving grace and had I known you could break Lent once a week before, I may have been more successful at it. But this 40…
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Floating in this dingy
Some days I am overjoyed at my decision to leave Canada and move to Australia. To start anew. To reinvent myself. To make new friends. To try new things. Some days it’s exhilarating and I find myself wanting to pinch myself to remind me it’s real. But other days, days like today, I wonder why.…
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United and Tied: A Tribute to Saint Francis
You who lives and breathes in the heartbeat of a tired horse, in the flutter of a black-throated finch and in the deep dark eyes of a Tasmanian Devil. You who has no bounds, who neither lives far away and high above nor hidden in the complexities and competition of intellect and cognition. You who…