Saint Alban: Finding Solidarity with the Persecuted
Growing up, my older brother and I occasionally found ourselves in hot water.
Growing up, my older brother and I occasionally found ourselves in hot water.
Each year as I prepare my sermon for the baccalaureate Eucharist service, I discern which kernels of wisdom I may offer to prepare them for a world of division, plagues, war, political upheaval, and godlessness. I wonder what they will take with them along with their diplomas and Bibles as they graduate and leave chapel.
As a young child, I held aspirations of joining the military. I remember our imaginary play through back street alleys and vacant lots included re-enacting scenes from the latest war movie that we watched on television.
Sophomore year in high school became a pivotal time in my spiritual development.
It takes a person of strong character to perform acts of charity for a community that directs its animosity, disrespect, and racism towards his people.
Our love for God can only be manifested by our love for our neighbor.
At The Episcopal Academy we make every intention to inspire our students to care across differences.
When I was a child growing up in Philadelphia, I respected a man who lived across the street from me named Mr. Weaver.
We live in a culture in which money seems to be the answer to all our problems.