I’m making another king cake for the Conversion of Saint Paul. The epiphanies will keep coming, whether by guiding star or blinding light or daily bread.
The end of Christmas crashes the promised healing of the manger scene into the wounded world and the terror cultivated by those who fear the loss of power. Christ is already active in the world, but everything is not yet well.
“Oh! There are gifts on the mantel!” She says as she drops her backpack and coat on the way in from school.
Merry Christmas, friends. For our household, this morning feels like we’ve finally reached the finish line of the most grueling ultramarathon race in history. Today we are putting aside the hallmarks of our 2020: anxiety, despair, and decision fatigue, so we can make room for twelve full days of joy and Jesus.
Usually, by the time December rolls around, I am ready for the Advent season to come around as well.
My breath quickens when I hear “do less” each Advent. As my heart starts to race, I think, “There’s no way that’s what they really mean!”
I do not know when I moved from having a few creches to having a collection, but it was somewhere between having two and then forty
If I were writing this last year I don’t even think I would have paid any attention to this part of Nicholas’ story. I’m not sure the word would have registered in my brain. But this year? Hearing of a young boy losing both his parents to an uncontrolled illness was hard to ignore.
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 […]
So often children and young people are perceived as only receivers of Christian Formation. In reality they have so much to offer us.