Sermon preached at St Anne’s Dunbar, Sunday 3rd Sept 2017
Romans 12:9-21; Matthew 16:21-28
Every moment has meaning.
Imagine the scene: a villa in Tuscany. Family and friends are gathered on a warm veranda as the sun sets. There’s an aroma of sweet, ripe tomatoes, basil and garlic from the local market. A murmur of conversation rises as the group tuck into fresh, delicious food and savour one another’s company. All is right with the world. Read more
Today is World Cancer Day. This morning my social media streams contained a steady drip of reminders about it. Some were stories of hope and healing, but more were of battle and bereavement.
Even the word “cancer” is difficult. As a descriptor of illness it’s so incredibly general as to be practically semantically empty, but simultaneously its utterance has an almost unparalleled power to conjure deep fears about our mortality and the inescapability of death. Of course, not all cancer stories end that way, and I’m glad to know many who have battled and won. But the fear reaction still prevails, doesn’t it?
Everyone seems to have a personal cancer story of some sort. Mine is of the loss of my father. Read more