Wonderfully Weird
If I have learned one thing since coming to St. Margaret’s, it is how gloriously wonderful and holy it is to be weird.
If I have learned one thing since coming to St. Margaret’s, it is how gloriously wonderful and holy it is to be weird.
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
It seems that the golden thread linking today’s readings is God’s grace in creation. From the Hebrew Bible, we hear of Adam and Eve’s creation as a gift for the human, from the Epistle, we hear of humanity’s creation as little lower than angels, from the gospel we hear again of the creation in Genesis and of the grace of Kingdom that is received only through our created nature as children.
What happens when God acts?
I remember saying Grace in nursery school and having to close our eyes.
It is often said that the gospels are like necklaces of pearls. Each pearl is an element of the life or teaching of Jesus of Nazareth, and the thread is the evangelist’s writing. The evangelist has many elements of great value, given as a gift, and arranges them into a beautiful gift of their own for us.