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Imagining the Lectionary: backlit by Easter and luminous with hope (Easter 2A)
Imagining the Lectionary: backlit by Easter and luminous with hope (Easter 2A)
by David Perry
Imagining the Lectionary: backlit by Easter and luminous with hope Reflection accompanying image “fresh spring tulips backlit” Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ! By his great mercy he has given us a new birth into a living hope through the resurrection of…
Hymn: Why does it seem..
Hymn: Why does it seem..
by Michael Docker
Why does it seem..? Why does it seem that because there is suffering Someone or something must be to blame? Why does it feel that the world needs an offering - Someone or something to bear all our shame? Deep in our hearts, where there’s no rhyme or reason Something stirs to give…
Poem-On that day
Poem-On that day
by Marjorie Dobson
On that day, between death and the dawn of new hope, there was despair and dread from those who had heard his predictions, but discarded them as doom-laden prophecies not to be fulfilled in their time. On that day, between victory and defeat, there was triumph and rejoicing from …
QR Code Images - 4 - Crown of Thorns (big) QR
QR Code Images - 4 - Crown of Thorns (big) QR
by Deeper
A series of image led reflections on Easter with each image linked to a video via Aurasma augmented reality or QR codes. To make the most of this Stations of the cross resource and to gain access to the visual reflections follow the steps below: 1. Search for Aurasma in the Apple…
QR Code Images - 9 - Folded Grave Clothes (big) QR
QR Code Images - 9 - Folded Grave Clothes (big) QR
by Deeper
A series of image led reflections on Easter with each image linked to a video via Aurasma augmented reality or QR codes. To make the most of this Stations of the cross resource and to gain access to the visual reflections follow the steps below: 1. Search for Aurasma in the Apple…
Reflections for Holy Week - Pieta
Reflections for Holy Week - Pieta
by Michaela Youngson
Pieta I was fourteen when I cradled you in my not much more than infant arms, wrapped you in linen cloth, fed you with my own life force. Rich men came and brought gifts fit for a king. Who knew that the swaddling cloth would herald a shroud, the myrrh would point to your embalmi…
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