“Resurrection comes amid the deep loss that plunges us into darkness, when life hurts and makes no sense.” Br. Luke Ditewig, SSJE The day after […]
Editor’s Note: This post has been adapted from Mary Lee’s original post for The New Northeast, a online community for the Episcopal Diocese of Maine. […]
These days my prayers are an admission that I’m not the one in control.
Talking with unchurched grandchildren about matters of faith involves a dance whose steps I’m still learning.
The creation of these prayers nearly always binds a group together in profound ways.
What we do now will affect those born a century from now.
Family visits can be a pilgrimage into the heart of love and acceptance, not perfect like God’s love, but a great reflection.
For twenty years, my prayer practice reminded me that my children were sealed with the Holy Spirit and marked as Christ’s own forever.
I went out on Free Listening Day not sure what would happen. I was reminded of what matters most.
I taught my granddaughter the Easter “Alleluia” and the message of the season.