Reflections and a Life Well Lived
For a friendship more separate than equal, we don our funeral black, and sign the guest book on the way in, all our children watching and following our lead with solemnity.
For a friendship more separate than equal, we don our funeral black, and sign the guest book on the way in, all our children watching and following our lead with solemnity.
I find myself searching for a theology resource I could feel comfortable with, not just in content but in approach.
When we offer nighttime prayers at our house, we always include a section of ‘thank you, God’.
Though we are not out of the woods yet, I’ve already begun looking in the rear-view mirror. In doing so, I’ve found some amazing gifts from this time.
The kids have grown but the washing machine has not. Loads fill more quickly than in the days before hormone body odors kicked in.
We have sterilized the cross. What began as a device of torture and execution now adorns bejeweled necklines, book jackets marketing to Christians, and all manner of art and decor.
August 1st is the day the church remembers Joseph of Arimathea. He is mentioned in all four gospels, but they only tell of one deed.
My very first Ash Wednesday as a baptized member of the Episcopal Church was February 13, 2013. My husband was at home that evening with our infant son, John Paul, and I was at church alone. I
My uncle Angelo died a year ago on the Feast of All Saints. He was a young 70, and even though he had some health issues and accidents over the years, it was still very unexpected.