Humbled
Madonna of Humility I have this group of friends (Christian-ese = Sisters & Brothers) with whom I am most lucky to meet on a monthly basis. I’ve been doing this with them for almost
The Review
Emerging Spirit My blogging with The United Church of Canada (UCC) started over 7 years ago. It began during a programme called Emerging Spirit. At that time, we were trying to understand the
In the way?
Knox CommunityKitchen Opening What a week this has been for me in this place called Winnipeg Presbytery. It’s been pretty energising and I have noticed another one of those paradoxes that – in
#MicroPoetry|January ’14 Verses
Every month I tweet #MicroPoetry! In 140 characters, they are part prayer, thought, reflection, challenge or something in-between. I look forward to sharing them with you and hope that they may lead to reflection, musing
Poetry
Winter’s Night 'Ice'd Reflection' 1. The wind has blown & I have been scoured clean The snow has ripped & I am laid bare Winter speaks & I am fearful to look
Art
Art dances through halls & walls Creativity inspires the server & served How does the Muse touch you? What creation are you becoming? (A Pres-bit|@wpgpres) Piazza Duomo a Lecce This
E-Word
Here we go … for many Mainstream Protestants the e-word – often known as evangelism – is one certain to generate a response. Depending on age, context and church experience this can range from rejection,
Gallery|2013
There are the images used throughout 2013 for A Deacon's Musing. I hope that the visuals chosen speak to the words used in each blog. Just as importantly, I hope they not only complement
#MicroPoetry|December ’13 Verses
Every month I tweet #MicroPoetry! In 140 characters, they are part prayer, thought, reflection, challenge or something in-between. I look forward to sharing them with you and hope that they may lead to reflection,
Politic(al)s
Acquired apathy=acquiesced agency Captives r not freed Widows & children r not loved Strangers r not protected w/o our intention & attention (A Pres-bit|@wpgpres) I had not realised that I was writing