The Sun Shining

One of my axioms for student preachers is always to remember to preach about death and other hard circumstances in good weather, when things are going smoothly. No one has ears receptive to catechesis when they’re grieving; the time to lay foundations for themes to which you’ll return when needed is at a time when there’s as little stress in the congregation as you’re likely to encounter any time. Some clouds hover over dear brethren at St Helen’s, but this seemed as sunny a Sunday as I was likely to see in the near future, so I undertook a sermon that I deposit as savings against a spiritually rainier day. The sermon itself appears below the fold, as it were.
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Risen Indeed

Welp, I got a decent night’s sleep, and ran a wooden two miles this morning, fruit and toast for breakfast, and the Easter Sunday service went swimmimgly. I’ll add the sermon below, in the ‘More’ zone.

Margaret spent all day yesterday baking two Easter Lamb cakes, one black (chocolate) and one white (vanilla). The baking worked out perfectly (with the help of some carefully planned toothpick infrastructure), though the frosting challenged her. The final results, though, were according to one parishioner ‘too cute to eat’.

Two cakes in the shape of Easter lambs.

Narrator’s voice: ‘But nonetheless, they were eaten.’

The heads of two Easter lamb-shaped cakes, the bodies having been devoured at coffee hour.

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Whoops Monday

Sorry — I was alternately writing furiously for homilies for the regular Sunday service and also our Healing and Wholeness service (and our Lenten series), and enjoying the last few days of our visitors’ stay with us. We loved seeing them, and three talks is a lot, and I was utterly battered by the time I finished yesterday.

To catch up: my run on Saturday was okay, on Sunday was actually pretty good, but this morning I woke up with inflexible joints and stiff muscles. I walked and jogged through the two miles, but it was not a pleasant run. It was a pleasant walk, I suppose, but I was frustrated to not be running even gently. I’m not sure what to make of all this, except that I hope to have the self-control to take some timed runs that deliberately aim not at faster speeds, but at a controlled, gentle, steady pace.

A lot of parish work today, but most of it was desk work. I’ll put yesterday’s main homily below the fold; I think I won’t post the H&W homily, since there are a couple of angles that would be easy to take amiss, out of context.
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Fun Day

Two miles at a mid pace, rolling average creeping up to 20:09; coffee and fruit, say Morning raayer, then after a while, coffee and toast; shower, dress, fine-tune sermon (in the ‘Continued’ section), then to church for Mass and sermon. I’ll preside at Evensong tonight. Continue reading “Fun Day”

All Souls

I was meditating on the Feast of All Souls, and sought to remember whether I hasd preached on this feast. So I searched my trusty outboard memory when sure enough, in the year 2022, Fr George Westhaver invited me to preach at Pusey House. I brought the day and the readings in conjunction with one of my favourite poems, and the result made for a good sermon, I think — worth offering to you, anyway. (Click below for the PDF.)

Settled Back

I woke up in Abingdon (not surprising, since I went to sleep here, too), took a leisurely run, hot breakfast, brushed up my St Bartholomew’s Day sermon (observed a day late), went to church and preached, came home for lunch and light reading, and am now ready to lean into some more academic reading.

This morning’s sermon:

First page of sermon for St Barnabas Day

St Bartholomew Draped in his Skin

Past John

At the end of this post, I’ll add the sermon I preached for a dear former student of mine’s First Mass, on St John’s Day — that’s the rationale for the title.

Otherwise, a pleasant enough start to the day: two miles in the warmest early-morning temperatures of the year, fruit and coffee, cleaning up, Morning Prayer, further coffee and a pain au raisin with Margaret at R&R, where several friends stopped by to chat. Did some shopping, came home to the ladies in time for lunch, and now settling down to do some actual scholarly reading and (heven permitting) writing (!). But first I will post the sermon in question.

Sermon for a Newly Ordained Priest's First Mass