On Friday mornings, on the corner of Pleasant and Union Streets in the heart of Brunswick, Maine, Nancy stands next to a picnic table the children of our congregation painted in vibrant colors.
As a child, my understanding of Lutheran theology was informed at least as much by its distance from Roman Catholicism as it was by anything we did in worship itself.
At The Episcopal Academy we make every intention to inspire our students to care across differences.
When I was a child growing up in Philadelphia, I respected a man who lived across the street from me named Mr. Weaver.
Growing up when and where I did, racism wasn’t something that was necessarily talked about.
Florence both challenges and inspires me. This week I’m reflecting specifically on what her life means for me when it comes to raising my own children.
We live in a culture in which money seems to be the answer to all our problems.
Since Lawrence was the chief financial officer in Rome, he was given the option by the Roman prefect to surrender the “treasures of the church” and receive his freedom or resist and be put to death.
When we got home, he downloaded Minecraft on my iPad, and I don’t mind confessing that for the next three straight hours, I engaged in what can only be described as “Ignatian Meditation, Version 2022.”
I find it fitting that the church calendar celebrates the Feast of Saint James in July, as every person in my Facebook feed seems to be spending this month on pilgrimage along the Camino de Santiago.