a line of peace

I spent much of Lent back in the UK, on a period of extended leave for some much needed rest and reflection. And so, arriving back just in time for the Fifth Sunday of Lent, I have felt out of sync with the liturgical year. Holy Week has caught me by surprise. But then as…

remember that you are dust

I spent yesterday at a retreat for women at Magdala, a site just up the road from Tiberias thought to be the ancient village where Mary Madalene lived. Like many places in this land, it's both an archeological park (they've unearthed a first century synagogue) and a contemporary place of worship which houses an atrium devoted to…

sermon: my soul magnifies the lord

For those who missed it this morning, and those who were sleeping, here is the sermon I preached at Old Saint Paul's this morning for the Feast of Mary, Mother of God. Almost three years ago, I was ordained deacon and a week or two later, with much fear and trembling, gave my first sermon…

on palestine, poetry and preaching

This may well be one of those posts that only makes sense to me. It's a bit random, I confess. During August, I went to an event at the Edinburgh International Book Festival on Palestinian poetry. A Bird Is Not a Stone is an anthology of contemporary Palestinian poetry which has been translated by about…