We are waiting, as a family, as a community, as the Body of Christ, in palpable anticipation for the end of this pandemic.
It seems altar guilds have secret society tendencies. They keep to themselves for the most part, dutifully showing up when no one else is around to do tasks that only get noticed if they aren’t done or are done incorrectly.
Part of my scope of work at Saint Michael and All Angels Episcopal as Director of Christian Education is attending committee meetings — a lot of meetings!
Whatever this seminary word may mean tomorrow, today ecumenical means that the Church universal served the church local, and everyone knew Love.
Circle up you gorgeous pandemic caregivers. Look at your tired hands and feet. You are alive today. You’ve kept others alive this past year.
I recently had a conversation with someone about their autistic son. It wasn’t a comfortable chat, being marked with regret and sadness and questions about faith. I
I had it fully mapped out in my head what an excellent Sunday morning we were going to have, which was the first sign that it was definitely going to go in another direction.
The best scene of the best episode of Netflix’s “The Crown” is Queen Elizabeth II’s coronation in “Smoke and Mirrors” (the fifth episode of the first season).
We need to talk about getting out the door to church on Sunday morning.
I will always remember the first time I met my husband’s brother.