One of the things that Margery Kempe is known for is her excessive and disruptive weeping. Her favorite place to cry was in churches, but she would cry anywhere—on pilgrimages, on the street, during times of silent prayer.
As time went by, I found myself growing bitter toward Mary. She was a woman, but she had no idea what it was to pray for a baby and then not be able to conceive one. She received divine intervention without even asking for it.
This is the time of year when many Episcopal clergy start reminding anyone who will listen how important it is to observe Advent. It normally […]
When I worked with youth, one of my favorite events was an agape meal. It started as a Seder and I eventually started calling it “What Would Jesus Eat” which I found hilarious.