Today, we remember Absalom Jones, who was born into a world that didn’t see him deserving of love; a world that didn’t see him or his worth. Absalom Jones was born a slave in Delaware in 1746.
Celebrating Saint Brigid, a woman of fiery faith
I first learned of Brigid a few years ago while researching Ireland, and discovered that Brigid was another much beloved patron saint of the country, alongside Saint Patrick. I
The Brilliant Theology of the Desert Mothers
In terms of my life circumstances, I couldn’t possibly have less in common with the ammas who fled to the desert for spiritual growth and exploration. I have a marriage, a parish, and two kids. And a dog. And chickens (maybe they had chickens in the desert?).
Amelia Bloomer: Patron Saint of the Yoga Pant and possibly the Messy Bun
I didn’t realize I knew Amelia Bloomer even before I read about her for this post. Growing up in a cluster of all-girls, uniform-enforcing schools, I was introduced to one of her lasting gifts to the world first hand: the bloomer.
Celebrating the Feast of Saint Nicholas
I once knew an Episcopal priest who was also a dad of young children. One of his daughters disliked their diocesan bishop greatly, and the […]
No One Wants a Fairytale: Remembering the Rebel Martyrs with Teenagers
If you want a teenager to run away from church go ahead and teach them about the virgin saints. If you want teenagers to see the power they hold and the faith they can embody tell them about the the fearless arguers, the brave truth tellers, the rebel saints.
Journeying with C.S. Lewis
Have you ever read the story of the magical place Narnia? Maybe you have even seen the film. Today, we remember C.S. Lewis, the author and storyteller who invited us into this magical world through his writing.
Celebrating the Lesser Feast of Saint Martin with a Lantern Walk
The church celebrates St. Martin of Tours today, November 11th. Martin is best known for cutting his cloak in half with his sword to share with a beggar. Afterward, he had a vision of Christ, wrapped in the half cloak. It’s a pretty simple story, which is one of the reasons it works so well for young children. My children attend a Waldorf school, and celebrating St. Martin has been a beloved tradition for us since the oldest was in preschool.
Miracles in Community: From Saint John’s Church to Joppa
There is a quilting group at my church that has been meeting every week for almost 60 years, working off of donations from cleaned out linen […]
My God, protect me from gloomy saints
In anticipation of leaving our children for a period of four days with their stalwart grandparents, my husband and I prepared all the things: favorite […]