Tending fig trees
I’m wondering. Who is the man? Who is the gardener? And why hasn’t the gardener been doing his job for three years?
I’m wondering. Who is the man? Who is the gardener? And why hasn’t the gardener been doing his job for three years?
The story of Mary and Martha is a well-worn sermon topic. What might I have said if I had been on preaching duty last Sunday evening?
During February, while the Cathedral is hosting the Museum of the Moon, what might I have preached in the face of this reminder of my finitude?
How sitting down among the people was a symbolic or sacramental action that made the Incarnation real.
Another in my very irregular series of ‘were I to have preached’… What happens when we look at the two stories of Mary Magdalene at the tomb and Doubting Thomas together?
This morning in the Cathedral, I got out the mental glasses or hearing aids that I often use while following the readings: I looked and listened for the unnamed and unnoticed characters. My reflections here could be the second in what might turn into a series on ‘were I to have preached’.
Sometimes during the sermon slot, I catch myself thinking about what I might have said if I were up there in that pulpit. This time it would have been about women raising their voices.