Maturity is one of those virtues we rarely name directly. We praise leadership, resilience, professionalism, courage, wisdom, kindness. Yet underneath all of them sits maturity: that quiet, costly capacity to be more governed by truth than ego, more committed to the good than to being right, more responsible for one’s impact than attached to one’sContinue reading “The Strange Holiness of Growing Up”
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When we really need the joy of Sacraments
There is a particular kind of joy that arrives when it has no business arriving. It is not the polished kind, nor the carefully staged version that depends upon circumstances behaving themselves, calendars clearing, bodies cooperating, relationships mending, or the world remembering how to be gentle. Sacramental joy is stranger and sturdier than that. ItContinue reading “When we really need the joy of Sacraments”
For the troubled heart
There are sentences in Scripture that arrive like a hand placed gently on the table. Not dramatic or loaded with sentiment. Not loud enough to silence the room. Simply there. Steady. Present. Waiting to be noticed. Do not let your hearts be troubled. Jesus speaks these words in John’s Gospel on the edge of loss.Continue reading “For the troubled heart”
Look down
There is a particular kind of wisdom that begins by looking down. Not in shame, not in fear, in attentiveness. We spend so much of our lives looking ahead: toward the next task, the next relationship, the next crisis, the next version of ourselves we are hoping to become. We are encouraged to keep moving,Continue reading “Look down”
The netball lesson
In Australia, netball has long been woven into the fabric of communal life. It has been played in parish schools, local clubs, and community associations for generations. It has formed girls and women in skill, discipline, resilience, and loyalty, often without fanfare. It has given people not merely a sport, but a place to stand.Continue reading “The netball lesson”
Unseen
There is a loneliness that does not come from being alone, but from being surrounded. It is possible to be competent, present, and outwardly fine, and still feel as though no one has really noticed you. Not simply noticed that you are there, but seen with the kind of attention that recognizes weight without demandingContinue reading “Unseen”
Humble feet
There is something deeply human about feet. They are not especially glamorous, so yes I am ignoring those who fastidiously prepare them at the nail salon. No one writes sonnets to them. They are rarely the part of ourselves we present first to the world. And yet they carry everything. They bear weight. They absorbContinue reading “Humble feet”
The Good Samaritan
I recently participated in a Synod retreat and was gifted with time and momentum to pray some scripture. From the second one these thoughts arose after praying The Good Samaritan from the Gospel of Luke. There is something unsettling about the question that opens the parable of the Good Samaritan. The expert in the lawContinue reading “The Good Samaritan”
The Light we don’t get to keep
Lent is honest about timing. It hands us the Transfiguration not as a glittering detour from the hard road, but as a lamp lit on the hard road. Every year, in Lent, the Church insists we climb this mountain with Jesus and then come back down again. We do not get to choose only theContinue reading “The Light we don’t get to keep”
New Beginnings
The start of the year (especially a school year) begins with many aspirations, dreams and intentions. On the surface a new year is clean. It is the kind of beginning you can schedule: new diary, new term, new haircut, new uniform, new shoes that still squeak a little. But real beginnings are seldom neat. TheyContinue reading “New Beginnings”
The Female Theologian 