Tag Archives: the unhoused

Daily Offering: September 3, 2026 | We Might Have Been Burdensome

We might have been burdensome — a lake shore at dawn with a beached boat, drying nets, and a charcoal fire burned to embers beside a loaf

Opening Address We might have been burdensome. Five words out of the middle of this morning’s Lesson, written by a man setting out everything he could have taken and did not, and I have not been able to put them down. Beloved, grace and peace to you, however this Thursday finds you. Certain or unravelling, […]

Daily Offering: August 24, 2026 | Stood in a Plain Place

Stood in a plain place — footpaths descending a green ridge onto flat open ground in morning light

Opening Address And coming down with them, he stood in a plain place. Luke gives us one clause, eight words long, and the whole feast turns on it. He came down. He stood in a plain place. Beloved, grace and peace to you this Monday morning, whatever you are carrying into the week. Bloom asks […]

Daily Offering: August 12, 2026 | Oil in Their Vessels

Oil in their vessels — small sealed clay oil jars on a stone shelf in bright daylight

Opening Address Oil in their vessels—four words that separate one half of today’s Gospel from the other half, and they’re worth carrying into this morning before anything else is said. Beloved, grace and peace to you: however you arrive here, tired or hopeful, certain or doubting, welcomed elsewhere or shut out elsewhere. Bloom is not […]

Daily Offering: August 07, 2026 | Lamps Burning in Your Hands

Lamps burning in your hands — a small oil lamp held at a dark doorway threshold

Opening Address Lamps burning in your hands — that’s the specific image Christ gives for the kind of waiting He actually wants from us, and it’s worth carrying into this morning before anything else is said. Beloved, grace and peace to you: however you arrive here, tired or hopeful, certain or doubting, welcomed elsewhere or […]

Daily Offering: November 1, 2025 | Which No Man Could Number

Which no man could number — an immense midday meadow of countless small white flowers running to the horizon

Opening Address Let us all rejoice in the Lord, celebrating a feast day in honour of all the Saints. All of them. One morning, one Mass, and a congregation which no man could number. Beloved, grace and peace to you this Saturday, however you have come to be reading: certain, unravelling, or trying the first […]