An Eastertide Word of the Day
Well, I feel like I need to come clean: I failed.
Well, I feel like I need to come clean: I failed.
This Lent, I hope to clear out some of the noise that prevents me from paying attention.
As we enter into our third Lent of the pandemic, I’m grateful for the muscle memory and predictable patterns I have created for this season. T
I was talking about missionary work with one of my college students recently, specifically about the shadow side of missions.
What’s your new year looking like? For one church, it’s a return to the physical building. Here’s how youth minister Miriam McKenney created a plan for maximum safety and fun in a big pop-up tent.
In March 2020, my small church pressed the pause button on several ministries. Even as some groups stopped gathering, other ministries adapted, evolved and even grew.
We spend a LOT of time on output. We say a lot, post a lot, create a lot, do a lot, lecture our kids a lot (just me?), email a lot, text a lot, help a lot… but what is our input like?
It’s late to be writing a post about Lent, but I’m of the modest opinion that the practices you take on in Lent aren’t just seasonal.
Lately I’ve been praying through my spiritual past, letting memory guide me through how I became a Christian in a non-Christian family, how I traversed fundamentalism to later become Episcopalian, and how the Episcopal Church dared to ordain me both deacon and priest
Instead of reaching for my phone to document or share the moment, I just stood there. I noticed everything I could about that particular horizon including the way the shaggy underbelly of clouds faded to a delicate pink, like short fuzzy tentacles of a jelly fish.