Looking back at the Grow Christians pandemic posts for Maundy Thursday about the creative ways families shared this night’s ritual, part of me wonders if our church services can ever approach the intimacy of the footwashing done by family members for one another.
Our daughter came into the world with a large head, a conspicuous tuft of bright red hair, and a deep stubborn streak which clearly has no relation to her biological parentage.
The season of Lent is a gently shifting lens at Saint Michael’s.
As our daughters grow, we have engaged in many conversations around our family values.
Recently, a parishioner described to me her experience of a funeral at another church. “They kept talking about the person’s ‘transition,’” she said. “It took me a while to figure out that they were using that word as a euphemism for death.”
Margaret of Cortona is remembered for her spirit of repentance and supplication.
Lent begins in less than a week. For the first time in three years, it actually feels like the beginning of a new season rather than a continuation of a pandemic-induced eternal Lent.
I often hear, and have said myself, you can’t get to Easter Sunday without Maundy Thursday and Good Friday. But what about Holy Saturday?
My fondest memories of my father focus on the times we worked together. My father knew how to fix everything
