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A Lenten Poem

’Twas forty-days of the journey long, long, long; dragging through the desert. Boots worn thin and tired from hurt. Sand between toes tires even the strong as they travel wearily cross the dunes. No food but Words, swirling within. A morsel of water to calm the gullet, and no bed but a mat, covered in…

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The Impetrative Sacrifice of the Mass

“Christ our passover lamb is sacrificed for us.” At the heart of the Roman Catholic rejection of Anglican holy orders is the claim that Anglicans relinquished an adequate conception of the Eucharist as a sacrifice. While many have responded to this claim at length (including in my own forthcoming book Null and Void: The Catholic…

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A New -ism for the New Heresy

During the Trinitarian controversy of the 4th century, the label “Arian” was attached to those who espoused and defended the teaching of Arius of Alexandria. Arius denied that the Son of God was co-eternal with God the Father, and thus taught that the Son had been created by the Father before the creation of the…

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A Short Defense of the Imposition of Ashes

Does receiving ashes on the forehead, a custom widely practiced on Ash Wednesday, go against Christ’s command to keep your fasting a secret (Matt. 6:16–18)? This command appears in the Sermon on the Mount. Christ’s teaching there on fasting is the last in a mini-series on spiritual disciplines which includes almsgiving and prayer. He opens this…

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Given to Shriven: Quinquagesima

This entry is part 16 of 59 in the series A Walk in the Ancient Western Lectionary

Love divine, all loves excelling,joy of heaven, to earth come down,fix in us thy humble dwelling,all thy faithful mercies crown.Jesus, thou art all compassion,pure, unbounded love thou art;visit us with thy salvation,enter every trembling heart. The stage is set. Christ Jesus has set His face towards Jerusalem, where He knows He is journeying towards certain…

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First Wednesday

One step down, my back turned against pear groves As the perfume of orange blossoms drifts On the breeze, mixed memoirs of when we clove Tightly to each other. An anchor lifts, But casually, skirting the floor and primed To fall in the wake of first resistance, And I don’t know if its weight is…

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