Remembering Our Collective Oppression
I saw it again the other day: she took a wide berth, or perhaps I should say, she gave me a wide berth.
I saw it again the other day: she took a wide berth, or perhaps I should say, she gave me a wide berth.
Today we celebrate the Visitation of Mary. The Visitation is when Mary, pregnant with Jesus, goes to visit her cousin Elizabeth, pregnant with John (the baptizer). I like to think about this holy friendship—this time of mutual support and love for each other.
Over the last year, faith communities have discovered different ways to keep people connected, even while forced to be physically-distant. In our congregation, one way that groups have stayed connected with one another is through the delivering of a “porch drop.”
Maybe it’s the pandemic talking, but the spicy chicken sandwich from Popeye’s is tears-to-the-eyes good. I tried it once and now I’ve had it…more than once.
This year the Ascension just hits different (as the kids like to say). Our pandemic experience right now has parallels to how the disciples must have felt after the resurrection
In a short life of 33 years, Saint Catherine of Siena never seems to have wasted a moment.
I don’t advise taking the trash out at midnight in sleet conditions.
I live in Newport, Rhode Island where there is a small but mighty Irish population that has been celebrating Saint Patrick’s Day with vigor for 65 years.
Little did I know that Zoom was soon to be a household word. The world around us changed quickly, so I adjusted my ministry as the Director of Christian Education.
Circle up you gorgeous pandemic caregivers. Look at your tired hands and feet. You are alive today. You’ve kept others alive this past year.