MPeriodPress says, "I am suggesting this, not because it is the best thing I have written, but I guess I just wanted to share the experience of being in Chile and what it has been like to be here for the earthquake... and now having to leave for reasons that have nothing to do with the earthquake. It is a wild time and the adventure isn´t done yet..."
Sophia is rejoicing in the experience of preaching for the first time at her new-since-Advent parish on Sunday.
Liane at On the Road says, "I am wondering this week whether Glenn Beck might have a point, which is difficult to concede for someone as social justice minded as myself..."
and in that same vein, DogBlogger shares this thought about disagreeing politically.
Sally shares her thoughts on planning an Alt Worship event for Holy Saturday.
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I am thinking about passages on this St. Patrick's Day.
ReplyDeleteFollowing up on our conversations about gender neutral and inclusive translation, I crafted this translation of the Parable of the Loving Parent (formerly know as the Parable of the Prodigal Son).
ReplyDeleteLuke 15
11“There was a person who had two grown children. 12The younger of them said to one parent, ‘Give me the share of the property that will belong to me.’ So the property was divided between them. 13A few days later the younger one gathered every personal possession and traveled to a distant country, and there squandered everything in dissolute living. 14When everything was spent, a severe famine took place throughout that country, and the young traveler began to be in need. 15So the new immigrant went to one of the citizens of that country to be hired. The citizen, a pig farmer, sent the desperate young traveler to the fields to feed the pigs. 16The poor immigrant would have gladly feasted on the pods that the pigs were eating; but no one offered even one. 17Then the poor sojourner had a moment of self-reflection and clarity and said, ‘How many of my parents’ hired hands have bread enough and to spare, but here I am dying of hunger! 18I will get up and go to my parents, and I will say to them, “Mother, Father, 19I am no longer worthy to be called your child; treat me like one of your hired hands.”’ 20So the determined traveler set off and went home. But while still far off, one of the parents saw their child and was filled with tender love; their adult child ran and embraced them and kissed them. 21Then the repentant child said, ‘Mother, Father, I have sinned against heaven and before you; I am no longer worthy to be called your child.’ 22But one parent said to the slaves, ‘Quickly, bring out a robe — the best one; bring a ring and bring sandals and put them all on my child. 23And get the fatted calf and kill it, and let us eat and celebrate; 24for this child of mine was dead and is alive again; my child was lost and is found!’ And they began to celebrate.”
The sermon can be found here.
http://www.ltsp.edu/its-all-about-love-and-all-means-all
My Hard Thing is the process of grief. I've decided it is "Storm Walking" and wrote about it here
ReplyDeleteAhhh!!! A smelly article for Sunday! :)
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