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.
Today is the feast of Saint Philip and Saint James, apostles with ambiguous storylines and confusingly common names.
Every year, the church-going faithful come into Pentecost with their post-Easter glow and then, well…honestly, everyone seems to disappear. The “summer slump.” as my formation […]
All of the snippets of scripture that we hear in worship and sing in hymns “count” in my children’s Christian education.