Healing. Connection. Belonging. Love. These are the words of Pentecost.
As part of their visit to Episcopal High School, the Buddhist monks taught the art of constructing sand mandalas through demonstration. Days of demonstration.
To arrive at Pentecost, we should go through the Tower of Babel. The arrival of the Holy Spirit rhymes with that story on purpose—so let’s take a moment and follow a story we might not have thought about in years.
It’s been less than a year since our family’s returned to St. Luke’s Episcopal Church, so there are still surprises in the liturgical calendar. “Please wear red on Pentecost,” invited Father Randall. I owned nothing red except for a waffle-knit funnel-neck shirt that obviously screamed fall even though the weather was basically expected to be just that.
Bedtime is always a time of revelation and sometimes self-revelation in our household, particularly with our youngest child who is eight-years-old. We have noticed since Thanksgiving that he has been easily frustrated, trying out unsavory words on his older brother, and bursting into tears quite regularly.
Are you practice The Way of Love? Read about Bishop Curry’s call to us to follow the seven principles of The Way of Love: Turn, Learn, Pray, Worship, Bess, Go, and Rest and see how one youth group begins their journey on The Way.
How do you begin to dismantle racism in our daily lives? Miriam writes about the challenge and the necessity of challenging and obliterating racism.
The call to go into the world in ministry in Christ’s name is for our children too. How can we help them grow into it?
For twenty years, my prayer practice reminded me that my children were sealed with the Holy Spirit and marked as Christ’s own forever.
We see many images on Pentecost: tongues of fire, winged doves. But what the Bible actually says is slightly different from what we see – and helps me in my parenting.