Sermons
Third Sunday of Advent
This Sunday, we read from Isaiah, a poem from Mary Oliver and the Gospel According to Luke. William Whitla offers the homily. Through John’s call
This Sunday, we read from Isaiah, a poem from Mary Oliver and the Gospel According to Luke. William Whitla offers the homily. Through John’s call
What would the world be once bereft Of wet and of wildness? Let them be left Let them be left, the wildness and wet Long
May the Holy One open the hearts of all those gathered at COP 26 to listen to the wisdom of the earth. How surely gravity’s
Dear friends, During the chat after today’s HT service, we decided that it would be a great idea if people posted prayers, thoughts, poems, and art
Dianne offers this poem by Ann Weems for your reflection during Holy Week Holy is the week… Holy, consecrated, belonging to God… We move from
Two of Ian’s poetry books are available for purchase here at Holy Trinity. The proceeds of Waking in Harbour One Day and The Stink of
Lovingly your stars and planets tread the blissful reach of space,where in their stupendous singing they return you grace for grace.Though we are a small
If it has come to that, feel free to give rein to the outraged helplessness at the injustice of having to watch a beloved human