Tag: resurrection
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The Fire of Freedom
Nov 9, 2025Luke 20:27-40 What if resurrection isn’t just about life after death, but about liberation from everything that keeps us bound — now and forever? Luke 20 invites us to see resurrection not as a theory to defend, but as a fire to live by — the same flame that burned before Moses and…
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Becoming God’s Home
May 25, 2025John 14:23-29 What if home isn’t a place, but a presence? John invites us to explore Jesus’ promise to make his dwelling within us — not in temples or buildings, but in bodies becoming courtyards of grace. Resurrection, it turns out, isn’t somewhere we go; it’s something that unfolds within time, space, in you and…
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The ‘Good’ in Good Friday
May 11, 2025Revelation 7:9-17 As a people and a culture, we’re often more at ease with Good Friday than Easter Sunday — so much so that we’ve forgotten what’s good about it in the first place: the resurrection. An event Western Christianity has spent so much energy trying to prove that it’s forgotten its true power —…
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Offensive Love
March 30, 2025Luke 15:1-3, 11b-32 A story we’ve probably heard too many times to count: the story of the Prodigal Son. And yet, have you ever noticed how the story doesn’t end? How we’re left on the edge of our seats wondering what the older brother will do? Ultimately the story of the Prodigal Son…
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This Barren Tomb
We have journeyed long and hard, into the recesses of our souls, in the darkness of the night, in the unknown and frightful, to find ourselves at an empty tomb, with joy and praise, with love and laughter, and yet with fear. Where are you in this hollow? What is this call to follow you…
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Somewhere Deep Among the Forest
Somewheredeep among the forest, the bush and the birchwood, buried below boulders,you can smell Yahwehand you can hear her humming the wind, dancing the stillnessbreathing out life through her endless foliage. Beneath this bark, in her boundless galaxyis life, death and her invitation to eternity. Here in the decay of leaves, limbs and dirtis the…
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Monday morning and dead poets.
Arriving. Coming to consciousness in the crisp, new airthat isMonday. No one seems to care or wants to wake up to the conscious absurdity of six o’clock mornings and business-like conformity. Is this the sum total of our lives? Or can we step outside the rat race before our soul dies? Or do we become…
by Rev Alisha 