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Totally Different

Totally Different

God is totally different to us. God’s thoughts are not ours, and God’s ways are not ours.

Gaudete

Gaudete

As the name of this website might suggest, I’m having a bit of a hard year.
If I had been given these readings and this day to preach on a few years ago, I would have said something quite different, something nicer perhaps, but something a little superficial. I speak today, fully aware that I might, in a year, look back on this, having grown further, and cringe at some other undeveloped part of my sermon, but I offer this to the church as some reflections on w

God’s Image

God’s Image

This is a photo of a rosary made like a friendship bracelet. It was a gift from my best friend, and is one of the precious things that I carry everywhere with me.

Womb

Womb

Throughout this time, I’ve found it easier and easier to think about God as my mother. Early on, when I could hardly hear God speak, Charlie prayed for me and received the prophetic image of me as a tiny point of righteous anger curled in on itself, as a baby kicking and screaming too hard and not staying still enough to feel loved, and of God around me: holding and enclosing me, and encouraging me to unravel so that I could feel her holding me, so that I could feel anything other than the white hot rage that I had curled in on.