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.”
This summer, I have learned a lot about how to hold contrasting feelings: joy and sadness, excitement and anxiety, even fear and courage.
Jesus tells us to have the faith of a child, but I wonder if there is also something to having the summer of a child.
This year, Saint Julian’s feast day coincides with Mother’s Day.
In this season of Easter, I have been wondering just when and how Jesus might reveal himself to our oldest son, or all our sons for that matter.
What do we do when we, as a congregation, as a community, as a world, are truly exhausted and need the rest Jesus promises? Is that space still in the sanctuary? Or are we meant to seek peace away from our community as we heal?
I cannot fix this world for my sweet babies, but I can make sure they know their own place in working for peace.
Yesterday’s Feast of the Epiphany marked the return of The Good Book Club.
Saint Leo shows us that leadership is not synonymous with might, but instead with doing what is right.
As part of their visit to Episcopal High School, the Buddhist monks taught the art of constructing sand mandalas through demonstration. Days of demonstration.