It’s late to be writing a post about Lent, but I’m of the modest opinion that the practices you take on in Lent aren’t just seasonal.
Lately I’ve been praying through my spiritual past, letting memory guide me through how I became a Christian in a non-Christian family, how I traversed fundamentalism to later become Episcopalian, and how the Episcopal Church dared to ordain me both deacon and priest
Instead of reaching for my phone to document or share the moment, I just stood there. I noticed everything I could about that particular horizon including the way the shaggy underbelly of clouds faded to a delicate pink, like short fuzzy tentacles of a jelly fish.
With each new day, the weight of the world seems to rest on our shoulders. There is new hope, but with it comes fresh exhaustion.
The pandemic has highlighted what I’ve known for years: faith formation happens at home not exclusively during a 45-minute period on Sunday morning.
Today we celebrate the feast day of Saint Sam Shoemaker, Episcopal priest and deeply influential voice within the Alcoholics Anonymous community.
The Good Book Club is wrapping up its fourth week today with the conclusion of chapter 10. Our household is participating once again this year, albeit more slowly. So rather than reading about blind Bartimaeus over dinner tonight, we’ll be back in chapter 8 discussing the costs of following Jesus.
Like everything else during coronatide, Thanksgiving is a day filled with tough choices.
Last year, I was offered an opportunity to travel to Bethlehem, Palestine to work with adults and youth to create a circus outreach program with a long time friend
A post from the Forma Facebook page a few days ago reminded me: what am I doing for Advent with my youth group? Of course, I should have been thinking about this weeks ago. But here I am, scrolling through the list of ideas and putting together my Advent care package. But it’s not too late, especially in God’s time.