The first Episcopal Church I ever attended regularly—and the church that changed my entire course of my life—was St. Bartholomew’s in Atlanta, GA.
The season of Lent is a gently shifting lens at Saint Michael’s.
As our daughters grow, we have engaged in many conversations around our family values.
When I was young, my grandmother hinted that maybe I would be the first person in our family to be ordained.
One of the other wonderful things about having so many ways to tell a story is that we can think creatively about how to share them in our own families and communities.
We’re almost there: the ending of the season after Pentecost which is also the beginning of Advent and a new Church Year. But, as we move into this final Green Growing Sunday, we also encounter a potential stumbling block.
Hurrying around the parish campus, trying to get ready for our patron feast, Saint Michael’s Day, I would have easily missed something wonderful!
The simplest way I can describe Wild Goose is a progressive Christian festival, an ecumenical experience that can house exvangelicals on deconstruction journeys alongside various mainstream protestants, Catholics, Quakers, and the unaffiliated.
When we read Bible stories, we always want to cast ourselves as favorably as possible. Sure, we might not be the Forgiving Father – that’s clearly Jesus casting himself in his story, right? – but we could at least be the forgiven son. Except we usually aren’t.
I cannot fix this world for my sweet babies, but I can make sure they know their own place in working for peace.