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Once a day dawned dark, the clouds hanging limp like wisps of smoke that clog the lungs after a fire has burned beyond its life. Tear-stained faces watched a man displayed, his torn body nailed to a tree torn from the ground and weeping over its foul fate. His face contorted with pain as his… Continue reading Last Words
Autumn’s final blast of anger against Winter’s unthinking hate is over, every leaf that cannot cling to life has lit the match to self-immolate in protest. We have enjoyed the beauty of that unconstrained rage. This is the story the seasons tell—or one of them at any rate. Snow lay on the ground earlier this… Continue reading Winter’s Story
Have you ever noticed that in Genesis chapter one, the days are the wrong way around? When I say the wrong way around, I mean backwards to what we expect, and before you rush off to compare the order of creation and question whether it means anything meaningful that the sun and moon come so… Continue reading Evening, then Morning
Across the four gospel accounts of Jesus’ death, Jesus speaks seven times. Much ink has been spilled exploring the way that each tells us what Jesus was doing on the cross. I think the sayings are a good way to begin to explore atonement theology and will at some point write more fully on that… Continue reading 7 Sayings from the Cross
Once a day dawned dark, the clouds hanging limp like wisps of smoke that clog the lungs after a fire has burned beyond its life. Tear-stained faces watched a man displayed, his torn body nailed to a tree torn from the ground and weeping over its foul fate. His face contorted with pain as his… Continue reading It is Finished
I once sat by a tree that burst with fruit but I lost the path and am now far away did I imagine the tree and the fruit's taste? Perhaps. Perhaps. So now I pray that somehow we could find a way there a way back to the tree, to the fruit this time I… Continue reading Merry Christmas, Eve
Have you ever noticed that in Genesis chapter one, the days are the wrong way around? When I say the wrong way around, I mean backwards to what we expect, and before you rush off to compare the order of creation and question whether it means anything meaningful that the sun and moon come so… Continue reading Learning from the hours
Dust hung in the air. My skin was rough from living in this house for so long. The taste thick at the back of my mouth, though I was getting used to it. Somehow that was the scary bit. It was brick dust, the one with the thicker, grittier texture and almost biscuity taste: dry… Continue reading Dust
I wrote this to open our worship on Easter Sunday 2021. https://youtu.be/gGCvf4zjtw4 05/04/33 T. M. Suffield A day of shadows, hope was kept at bay the weary sun’s attempted upward rise akin to our heart’s toil to comprehend a sign above bare scoffed “The King of the Jews” heavy is the head that wears a… Continue reading 05/04/33
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