It is in the most intractable problems of the world and its children that we find ourselves unable to proclaim our own greatness, nor believe in our own glory. It is here, at the end of hope, that we find ourselves gathered once more with Jesus at the table, with the people whom he most loves, the ones who are broken like bread, scattered like crumbs, poured out like spilt wine. Continue reading
Seeing and hearing a woman preach, for the first time in my life, opened windows in my soul that I did not know had been barred shut. Continue reading
The world is still, on the edge of tears, even as it continues, as it must, to turn night to day and business to money and traffic to weariness. The leaves tremble at an unseen adjustment of air pressure; an … Continue reading
Tomorrow is the day – and Sunday, too. June 2nd is national #WearOrange day, chosen for the birthday of Hadiya Pendleton, as a mark of defiant celebration of life in the face of death and violence. Today, I am mailing … Continue reading
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Yes, you read that right. So go ahead, roll your eyes, express your shock, outrage and liturgical disdain, and then tell me you don’t want one. Really. One of my lectionary group is getting ordained to the priesthood on Sunday. … Continue reading
It’s been a busy day. Perhaps tomorrow will be more reflective, more suitable to the occasion; but one story stands out from the day as particularly apt to this first anniversary of my ordination to the priesthood. This morning, at … Continue reading
That moment when you try on the chasuble for the first time and think “This is going to take heels!” That moment when you see your daughters and the other half of your seminary graduating class giggling in the front … Continue reading