Tag: love
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Caught-up in Christ
Feb 9, 2025Luke 5: 1-11 Too often in progressive churches we deny ourselves the feeling of the ecstatic – of what it might mean to follow Christ. Simon Peter shows us how letting ourselves be consumed by Christ’s beauty and abundance has the capacity to change everything.
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Called for the Life of the World
Feb 2, 2025Jeremiah 1:4-10 The misconception about ‘call’ is that it’s for the select few, the saints of our history, the prophets of our past or the preachers at our pulpits. But the fact is, we are all called. We are all born into this time and place with our unique gifts and graces for…
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Becoming
I wonder what it would be like to move slowly in this worldto be a snail and find home in memy curvesmy shellthe delicacy of my flesh.To leave an imprint of myselfas I travel subtlysmoothlysimplyon the sun-beaten cement. To find places of solace on a stonebetween slivers and grooves of a cedarlearning to staybeing grateful…
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A New Name
I’m done with ‘God’, ‘Jesus’, ‘Christ’, ‘Lord’, ‘King’, ‘Father’.Can’t take it any longer. I’m letting all of you goso you might relax, too, and be freed from constantly being a show. Now what if I called you ‘flow’‘The tingling’‘The gut’‘The sensation’‘The pull’?What if I called you ‘compassion’ and ‘acceptance’?What if I called you ‘My seeing’‘My hearing’‘The…
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The Samaritan in our Census
(painting by Banksy) Last week the results of the 2021 census revealed many things about our Australian culture. Australia has increased by over 2 million people since the last census in 2016, mostly due to immigration. This means Australia is becoming more diverse with more people speaking different languages and practicing different cultures. The silent…
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A Triumphal Ecstasy
Take off your cloaklay it downon this groundamidst the silent slumber of rocks all aroundcolour threaded into colourweaving warmth and wonder togetherso that sun might kiss your skinso that you might begin againto singto vibrate withinawakeningthe sleeping rocks to joyous clamoringof ecstasy and complete surrenderto beauty and even terror.
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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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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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On Becoming a Permanent Resident
What is this thing? This energy? Suddenly being permanent has changed everything. Everything looks the same but nothing is the same. Nothing ever is the same. Moving from temporary to permanent somehow has echoed the change that is always happening. Every breathfilled with oxygen I’ve never breathed beforeturns into blood that has never coursed through…
by Rev Alisha 