This week, the annual business meeting and conference of The Union of Black Episcopalians is taking place in New Jersey. I can’t help but reflect on my past years attending UBE as a child and teenager. I waited for it all year.
Mary Magdalene proclaimed to the Apostles and to the world the work of the risen Christ in her life.
My daughter would start with the memorized prayer, then go “off script” and talk to God. She learned to pray.
Visiting holy spaces helps us find the wonder and beauty of God in unfamiliar surroundings.
Family visits can be a pilgrimage into the heart of love and acceptance, not perfect like God’s love, but a great reflection.
We were hurtling through the air at an amusement park. Was my son really saying what I thought I heard?
I’ve slowly come up with a few small things that might at least plant the seeds of understanding “life from death” for our secular grandchildren.
After surgery, homemade prayer cards from my teen daughters were truly a blessing.
Being forgiven – and forgiving others – is at the core of our faith.
The call to put God first is very clear – but not very simple.