The serious and sometimes satirical reflections of a priest, poet, and pilgrim —
who knowing he has not obtained the goal, presses on in a Godward direction.
The fields are ripe for reaping, and the laborers are few. Sadly, the few laborers seem to be spending too much time arguing about what areas should or shouldn't be reaped and by whom, what kind of reaping technology would be most effective, and the qualifications and disqualifications for being a reaper. Happy the servant who is found at work when the master returns, and woe to the servant whose preoccuption with the other servants’ suitability obstructs their work.
“a clear-sighted companion.... If you are passionate about the vitality of today’s church, I encourage you to accompany him on his mystagogical excursion into the liturgical landscape. You will rediscover a familiar place rife with fresh provisions planted by the God who longs to feed our deepest hungers and hopes.” —Jay Koyle, chair, Faith, Worship and Ministry of The Anglican Church of Canada
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Amen.
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