Lisa Watson-Hill

Sermon — July 23

Good morning, St. Matthew. We gather on this morning in Itasca on the unceded tribal lands of the Kickapoo, Peoria, Ka-skas-kia, Potawatomi, Mya-a-mia, HoChunk, Winnebago and O-che-thi Sakowin nations, acknowledging the hard past and praying our way into a better future.And so we pray. Lord, we keep looking for the rule book, for the set … Read more

Sermon — July 3

2 Kings 5:1-145Naaman, commander of the army of the king of Aram, was a great man and in high favour with his master, because by him the Lord had given victory to Aram. The man, though a mighty warrior, suffered from leprosy. 2Now the Arameans on one of their raids had taken a young girl … Read more

Blessing of the Garden

Good morning, St. Matthew! We gather on this morning in Itasca on the unceded tribal lands of the Kickapoo, Peoria, Ka-skas-kia, Potawatomi, Mya-a-mia, HoChunk, Winnebago and O-che-thi Sakowin nations, acknowledging that hard past and praying our way into a better future.And so we pray. Holy Loving Lord – we don’t often know where our choices … Read more

Sermon — May 19

Acts 9:36-43 36Now in Joppa there was a disciple whose name was Tabitha, which in Greek is Dorcas. She was devoted to good works and acts of charity. 37At that time she became ill and died. When they had washed her, they laid her in a room upstairs. 38Since Lydda was near Joppa, the disciples, … Read more

Sermon — Feb 11

Recently we were talking at worship about Valentine’s Day. I have found that in many Roman Catholic churches, they take the opportunity to encourage those who are married by reminding them that their vows were made within the beloved community of the church. That the church pledges to come alongside them, as they seek to … Read more

The Lingering Question

His not quite pickled,            not quite unbelieving                   litre beer glass shaped                                                       voice Snaked up out of the depths          Striking with a flat headed thump                            Leaving a mark                                       that is not quite a wound But has become a scar          A touchstone pock in the flesh of my faith. … Read more