Epiphany, Inclusivity, and Restroom Wisdom
Not long ago, as I waited to use the restroom at Friendly Toast in Portsmouth, New Hampshire, I became intensely aware of the sign on the door
Prayer
The Brilliant Theology of the Desert Mothers
In terms of my life circumstances, I couldn’t possibly have less in common with the ammas who fled to the desert for spiritual growth and exploration. I have a marriage, a parish, and two kids. And a dog. And chickens (maybe they had chickens in the desert?).
Telling the Story of God’s Promise through the O Antiphons
This song tells us a very important story, like most songs do. It comes from the heart of God’s people, from across thousands of years, and still means something holy and hopeful every single time we sing it. With titles and word pictures taken from the prophet Isaiah’s conversations about the Messiah, we see all the ways Jesus has come to reconcile the world to himself. Each verse reminds us of a different promise God has bought into being, has made come true, in the person of Jesus.
Faith at Home: Planning for Advent
Advent is officially one week away. How are you feeling about it? Will this be the year you are finally able to slow down and enjoy this season of preparation? Grow Christians tries every November to ready our community to do just that.
Do you pray for your children?
Editor’s Note: This post originally appeared on Building Faith, a ministry of Virginia Theological Seminary My First Prayer for My
Feeling fear? Just say no. Have courage instead.
Feeling more fear than courage? Miriam reflects on loss, depression, and accepting God’s repeated invitation to be not afraid.
Saint Luke and Laying On Hands
Several years ago the church I currently serve decided to end their Wednesday healing service, opting instead to add healing
Umatilla Marble
One early May Saturday my spouse and I helped plant trees in the Southtown area of Grand Rapids, Michigan. The
Prayer Sticks: A Holy Home Activity
Editor’s Note: This post originally appeared on Building Faith, a ministry of Virginia Theological Seminary, and I felt it was
Whole Body Worship
When I first attended the Episcopal Church as an evangelical, low-church college student, the liturgical service had a foreign choreography.
