The Third Sunday of Lent
I’ve never had a conversion experience, but the closest I’ve come was in a rather dingy classroom in East London just over a decade ago. More than a year into my ordination training, I still had no real idea why I was doing it – apart from the fact that all the people who could have prevented it, hadn’t.
One hundred years ago at the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month, during the time today when we are celebrating the Eucharist, ended a world war that had brought inconceivable suffering.
The Fourteenth Sunday after Trinity
Today’s Gospel reading seems, almost eerily, like a text specifically written for our troubled world. A text about outward virtue and inward corruption. A text that shows it’s not what’s on the outside and goes in that is sinful; but what’s inside us that comes out.
The Seventh Sunday after Trinity
I live my life at something of a rush, and often more in the future than the present. Even as I’m doing one thing at least half my mind is occupied with the next thing, or the one after that. But, occasionally, I get interrupted.