Julian of Norwich’s Story of Hope in a Time of Sadness
The feast of Saint Julian finds me during a time when I need her.
The feast of Saint Julian finds me during a time when I need her.
You are in a season of extreme parenting. I know it’s exhausting.I see you.
As a priest I probably shouldn’t admit to this, but I know next to nothing about James and Philip, the two saints whom we honor today. To be fair, none of us can claim to know much about them either.
Our family likes to celebrate and decorate for just about every holiday.
Gilded chapels and stained glass light have been the setting of my past reflections on the feast day of Saint Mark the Evangelist. But this year, there is COVID-19. It seems that nothing is left untouched by the pandemic.
On this day, the Episcopal Church remembers Saint George, and I take some comfort in the complexity of his remembrance in Christian memory.
You might notice that people around you are in clashing shades of green, pinching priests who forgot a green accessory,
When did you become an adult? Was there a moment, an inbreath as a child followed by a grownup outbreath?
One of the reasons I love celebrating minor saint commemorations is that doing so gives our family the opportunities to talk about heroes of our faith and the history and geography of the Christian Church.
“My greatest desire,” Emily Malbone Morgan wrote, “has always been to make tired people rested and happy.”