Sunday, 23 April 2023

Mission on the Emmaus Road


 Luke 24:13-15


The Walk to Emmaus

Now on that same day two of them were going to a village called Emmaus, about seven miles from Jerusalem, and talking with each other about all these things that had happened. While they were talking and discussing, Jesus himself came near and went with them


The Risen Christ

Drew alongside

Listening as they shared their hopes and dreams

their fear and disappointment

He stayed

a quiet companion on a long road

paying attention to all that they shared

And when he had listened carefully

And only then-

did he share

how Scripture had been fulfilled

He showed them gently 

where God was - and is - at work

Igniting a spark within them

that saw them racing forward

to share what they had discovered

Those disciples did not run back 

the way they had come

But forward into new possibilities

They moved into a new reality

not with a formula to practice

but with a conviction to be shared

When the Risen Christ

drew alongside 


(Liz Crumlish Easter 2023)

Saturday, 15 April 2023

The one who got it!


 John 20:24-25

But Thomas (who was called the Twin), one of the twelve, was not with them when Jesus came. So the other disciples told him, “We have seen the Lord.” But he said to them, “Unless I see the mark of the nails in his hands, and put my finger in the mark of the nails and my hand in his side, I will not believe.”


Thomas - forever dubbed as the doubter

Yet I believe…

That you were the one who truly got it

You were the one whom, realising the enormity

of all that resurrection meant,

took off and took time

to process

For something as momentous as that

needs time

You weren’t prepared to take anyone else’s word

You weren’t prepared to learn second hand

You demanded your own experience

And even then, you knew that this was so much bigger

so much weightier

than anything you - or the world

had ever known

It wasn’t at all that you didn’t believe

It was that you believed so completely

You saw that the world was forever changed

and you were doing what you needed to do

to be part of a new calling

a new chapter

in being a disciple.

Thomas - you got it.

And, today, we might take our cue from you.


(Liz Crumlish Easter 2023)


Wednesday, 5 April 2023

Faith and Politics


Matthew 26:14-15

Then one of the twelve, who was called Judas Iscariot, went to the chief priests and said, “What will you give me if I betray him to you?” They paid him thirty pieces of silver.

At this midpoint of Holy Week

we return, for a moment

to recall the Hosannas,

the waving of Palms 

and the joy-filled hopes

with which the week began

And we might ponder:

Are we still ready to champion 

the donkey-riding king

to hold our nerve, to watch what unfolds

even amidst the forces of darkness?

Or have we already moved on

to call for his arrest and torture?

Are we already siding with another mob

who are baying for blood - 

indeed perhaps even the same mob

whose instincts have grown ugly 

as we work out the safest strategy for our own survival?

As politics keeps step with unravelling faith

are we prepared to listen to the evidence,

to hold back our judgment

Will we allow compassion and curiosity

to prevent us from reaching easy conclusions

that condemn and crucify

The spotlight is on us as much as him.

How will we be revealed?


Liz Crumlish 2023

Saturday, 1 April 2023

The journey back



As the sun rose on the day

that the ferry would carry us homeward

we gathered up the treasures

of time spent in community

with those who simply “get it”

packing them carefully away

to be unwrapped at our leisure

in those moments given to ponder.

Perhaps in this week that we call holy

we will take time to contemplate

gifts of laughter and tears

and graces of wisdom and insight.

And as we follow

and lead others

to the foot of the cross

and beyond

to Resurrection

may we be reminded yet again

of all that draws us

to a life of love and service

and with renewed purpose

may our steps be joyful

and our words be hopeful

as we proclaim the mystery of faith

Christ has died

Christ is risen

Christ will come again.


Liz Crumlish Iona 2023


Wednesday, 29 March 2023

Invitation to dance




 John 6:66-69

Because of this many of his disciples turned back and no longer went about with him. So Jesus asked the twelve, “Do you also wish to go away?” Simon Peter answered him, “Lord, to whom can we go? You have the words of eternal life. We have come to believe and know that you are the Holy One of God.”


When we are discouraged

Ground down

Finding it harder and harder to dredge up hope

in a system that seems determined to stifle

What brings us back

to our sense of vocation?

What enables us, even as we bind up our wounds

and pray through our disappointment that feels so familiar

to hear the voice of God

calling us by name

reaching through the hurt and frustration

to whisper anew

You are my beloved

Follow me

Those words penetrate

the core of our being

and drag us back 

to what we know

and to the One who knows us

And we are gradually restored to the rhythm

of the God who invites us to dance


Wednesday, 22 February 2023

Written in the dust


 For Ash Wednesday

We gather up the crosses from last year’s palms

and set them alight to create ash

so that we may remember

that we are dust and to dust we shall return

While in the rubble of communities destroyed by earthquake

no reminder is needed of the fragility of life

We mix the ashes with oil

and wear them on our foreheads

to symbolise our need to repent

While those who live in the grime

of war ravaged cities

wear their weariness

and their courage

in their determination to survive another day

Will our rituals go beyond ancient symbol

and connect us with the dust of the earth

that cries out for justice

and compassion

dust that spells out faith

in the goodness of creation

dust that holds out hope

that justice shall prevail

dust shot through with love

for the healing of the world


Liz Crumlish 2023

Wednesday, 1 February 2023

On St Brigid’s Day

 




A prayer on St Brigid’s Day

As I dipped my hand 

in the well of eternal youth

that it is said was blessed by St Brigid

and splashed the cooling water on my face

my prayer was not for youthfulness

but for wisdom

for peace

and for laughter

For the spirit of Brigid

and her divine feminine energy

That same Brigid

who turned water into beer

who prayed for an end to suffering 

Who cared for children

who welcomed women

I pray for her humour that disarmed

so much of the patriarchy around her

I pray for some of her indefatigable spirit

that brings newness every day

and is filled with compassion

and tenderness 

for all of creation

And, this I know - there is always room for more beer

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