Saint Peter and Saint Paul, Apostles, were martyred in Rome in 64 CE. The Episcopal Church celebrates their sacrifice with a feast day on June 29
Twelve years ago, I packed up my beloved Virginia home of nearly a decade and moved to New England. 72 hours later, amid a sea of boxes, I called my best friend Merritt—2,000 miles away—certain that I had made a mistake.
Those of us reading this blog, in general, have freedom that would have been unimaginable to Thecla. But what does our faith tell us about our freedom?
Maybe it’s the pandemic talking, but the spicy chicken sandwich from Popeye’s is tears-to-the-eyes good. I tried it once and now I’ve had it…more than once.
I’m making another king cake for the Conversion of Saint Paul. The epiphanies will keep coming, whether by guiding star or blinding light or daily bread.
For Phoebe, as for many biblical women, we are left to construct and imagine with the barest of scraps of insight.
In one of the premarital counseling sessions with my wife, the therapist asked us about gender roles in our relationship.
Black Lives Matter. Saint Peter and Saint Paul disagreed on much, but this, this, they agreed on: black lives matter. Let’s circle back here in a moment.
Have you ever felt like you were the sidekick to a bigger, more outstanding personality?