Tag: lectionary
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Blessed are They
It has been a shocking past few weeks for the marginalized in Australia. To hearing, again, how terribly Grace Tame and Brittany Higgins have been treated and unheard, how the health minister was spending time at a cricket game instead of taking control of the escalating deaths in aged care, the insulting $200 gesture to…
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Ash Wednesday Meditation
https://fromthelastpew.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/02/ash-wednesday.mp3 An Ash Wednesday Meditation, to explore the matter of our bodies, the dust of stars, as we begin this Lenten Season. 16 minutes.
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This ash
This ashdid not appear out of nowhereit was picked up in the depths of the deepin the darknessand thenwith the breath of the belovedit was brought to beauty again. This ashdid not magically appear out of nothing.somethinghad to burnsomethinghad to dieto make the life of sea and skyof you and I. This ashwas the life…
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Wild Spirit
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,…
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The Never-Ending Pentecost
There was a timeWhen all were mutewhen darkness fellwhen all was not wellIt was cold without lightand the darkness of night covered the spaces, the whispers and traces of hope we did not know. But with one blowone wild windone sparka fire set light to our flesh, our spirit, igniting the darkIgniting the liethat darkness…
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Our Ascension
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…
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I AM the way
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…
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Christ the King Prayer
Oh Holy Mystery, The oneness who comes in forms of delicate twigsbirds’ limbsthe tadpolesthe octopusthe galaxy that swims. Help us see, too, the power, the kingdom, the righteousness of ChristNot hovering above or beyond but deep in bodiesbeneath and beside. Bodies of tiny thingsvibrations of stringssomewhere deep within. Help us know not by our minds…
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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…