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Isaiah

Advent 2 ’25

I don’t know if there’s anything more hopeless looking in a garden or field than a tree stump. It’s a lasting sign that once there was life here, trunk and branches and leaves. Birds perched in it, creatures climbed it. All now gone. And I think it’s almost more hopeless by the fact that it stubbornly remains. The life is long gone, but it stays as a monument to what once was. And I don’t know if you’ve ever tried to get rid of one, but they’re hard to get rid of.

Trinity Sunday ’24

Before anything, before sunsets and rainbows, before oceans and forests, before stars and galaxies, before atoms and the concept of time, before ‘In the beginning…’ what was God doing? Trinity Sunday seems an odd thing to celebrate. So what’s Trinity Sunday for? And why is it now at the beginning of the long stretch of Ordinary Time?

Advent 2 ’23

As I mentioned earlier in the service, today we remember the prophets. To clear the decks a little, prophets in the Bible aren’t, as is in the common imagination today, those who can foretell the future. Instead they’re those who God speaks to and through.