Showing posts from April, 2020

Weekly greetings and a piece from the archive: The quiet opening—“To be that porous, to have such largeness pass through me”—A meditation on what the coming liberal religion might feel like

Stranger, here you will do well to tarry; here our highest good is pleasure”—letting ‘fellow suffering’ go and encouraging ‘fellow rejoicing’

For the good of all let’s cancel our subscription to the resurrection—A reflection for the Easter Weekend of 2020

The eerie (but not weird) nature of my daily ‘lockdown’ walk