Love Your Enemy. Love Your Neighbor
It was 7:00 in the morning and someone was knocking at my door.
It was 7:00 in the morning and someone was knocking at my door.
The season of Lent is a gently shifting lens at Saint Michael’s.
I want to turn our attention to the short story in Luke’s Gospel, when Jesus goes missing.
Hurrying around the parish campus, trying to get ready for our patron feast, Saint Michael’s Day, I would have easily missed something wonderful!
I have been thinking about Jesus’ life on earth and trying to wrap my head around what his life might have been like.
Early on in my church ministry, I received the book Sticky Faith from a parishioner
I listened to the retelling of the final chapters of the Gospel of John thinking about how special it is to hear a story told out loud, even when I’ve heard it many times before.
My younger daughter was being particular for Christmas: Mandarin skin cream from Aesop, a small facial boutique shop on Lido Isle.
In an Episcopal Mission Church in the mountains, Father Joe staunchly said: not one bit of Christmas until the Christ Child is placed in the manger.