Faith And Reason: Entering St. Bartholomew’s Stories
The first Episcopal Church I ever attended regularly—and the church that changed my entire course of my life—was St. Bartholomew’s in Atlanta, GA.
The first Episcopal Church I ever attended regularly—and the church that changed my entire course of my life—was St. Bartholomew’s in Atlanta, GA.
The hero’s journey predates even our earliest holy scriptures.
Five months ago my fourteen-year-old and I participated in an intergenerational Civil Rights Pilgrimage with his church youth group.
One book that has survived moves and book purges since I graduated seminary is Francis and Clare: The Complete Works from the Classics of Western Spirituality series.
What is most vivid for me about Joseph is how he is moved by Jesus’ death.
Today we remember the parents of the Blessed Virgin Mary who, according to apocryphal sources, were named Joachim and Anne.
The person who probably would have been least concerned with how many books he sold was Thomas à Kempis.
In preparation for writing this post, I spent a quiet morning in “Harriet’s Writing Room” in the Stowe House here in Brunswick, Maine, where Harriet Beecher Stowe wrote Uncle Tom’s Cabin.