Skipping Advent
This is the time of year when many Episcopal clergy start reminding anyone who will listen how important it is […]
This is the time of year when many Episcopal clergy start reminding anyone who will listen how important it is […]
Like everything else during coronatide, Thanksgiving is a day filled with tough choices.
The kids have grown but the washing machine has not. Loads fill more quickly than in the days before hormone body odors kicked in.
If you’ve never taken part in online prayer before, it can be daunting knowing where to begin.
The other day, my son John Paul and I were looking through some of his work from last school year (perhaps to take our minds off the realities of virtual 2nd grade). He pulled out a paper and showed it to me.
I think we need a virtual army of intercessors, led by this patron saint of desperate causes, to help us through our own current “difficult time.”
The people send for Peter, because Peter is friends with Jesus. We all do this, right? When I have a cold, I may text my friend with something like, “I feel miserable, say a little prayer for me,” but when I am having surgery, I want the priest there anointing!
Yesterday, on day two, I awoke before the rest of our household and read the news, as I typically do each morning. The difference was yesterday as I read the news, my white prayer pumpkin was sitting in front of me.
When angels appear to people in scripture the first thing they say is, “Do not be afraid!” And that’s what I need to hear today, on the Feast of Saint Michael and All Angels.