I can hardly believe we have just six weeks left of actual summer on the calendar.
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.
Concentrated time with Jesus and a faithful, beloved community such as the ones formed at camp are important for all of us.
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 can pattern our lives at home after the pattern we see in the liturgy.
I expected to like Wonder Woman. I didn’t. But I loved what my son told me during the movie.
We were eating a “Secret Daddy Treat.” Somehow it became a sacred moment.
Adults talk a lot to children. We teach and tell, instruct and correct, admonish and encourage. What would we learn if we listened?
I have to tend the beds of my heart, and weed out the garbage that threatens the tender vines and leaves of my life that God has called to be fruitful.