I imagine some folks prefer keeping their thin places to themselves, so that they remain personal sanctuaries hidden from the rest of the world. However, I’ve found tremendous joy sharing them with my husband and children.
Growing up when and where I did, racism wasn’t something that was necessarily talked about.
I find it fitting that the church calendar celebrates the Feast of Saint James in July, as every person in my Facebook feed seems to be spending this month on pilgrimage along the Camino de Santiago.
Summer is the time for Vacation Bible School! My church Saint Michael and All Angels hosts VBS on July Friday nights from 5:30 PM-7:45 PM with the date night model for parents in mind.
During my time serving as the communications director for a particular diocese in the Episcopal Church, I was often overwhelmed at the stories of grand ministry taking place all over the globe.
This past June I traveled on a pilgrimage to South Africa with 17 members of my church in Dallas. One
St James’ example leads me to understand my place as a pilgrim at all times and in all places.
Family visits can be a pilgrimage into the heart of love and acceptance, not perfect like God’s love, but a great reflection.
There is something about Jesus that makes a claim on a person. St. James knew that at first hand.
