She stopped answering the door shortly after her estranged husband died in 1990. She turned away from her friends and neighbors in East Flatbush, Brooklyn, ignoring their hellos. So when Ms. Copeman dropped out of sight altogether, people were not immediately suspicious.
“I just feel a tremendous loyalty to this church, and I am confused about this situation,” said Frances R. Maclean, 85, a member of Christ Church (Savannah) for 55 years who saw her children baptized and then married in its century-old chapel. “What is this business about Uganda?”
Last week was busy for the former bishop of Harare. For one thing, the Rt Revd Nolbert Kunonga, reportedly resorted to forgery, in an attempt to block the appointment of Dr Sebastian Bakare as the diocese’s interim Bishop, and to blacken his name. For another, he travelled to Kampala, reportedly in an attempt to ally his breakaway group with the Church of Uganda.
One of the most distinctive things about these seminars has been the experience of sharing the study of each other’s sacred text. Because when that happens, I meet the other person not as a scholar, not as the representative of some alien set of commitments, but as someone seeking to open their mind and their heart to the self communication of God.
Updated Washington Times religion correspondent, Julia Duin, joins the field of religion journalists with blogs. Here’s how she describes her Belief Blog: I plan to
The advert, depicting a nativity scene, showed four wise men – rather than the more usual three – visiting Mary and Baby Jesus in their Bethlehem manger. As well as the traditional gold, frankincense and myrrh brought as gifts, the fourth Magus offers the young Messiah a can of Red Bull.
Is the Archbishop of Canterbury really cross in a graphic sort of way? Or is his homepage in need of a cleansing?
The last weekend of October found me in Sydney, Australia, as a tourist. A Saturday visit to St. Andrew’s Cathedral left me feeling incredulous. It was my first visit to an Anglican church that did not have at least one altar. I felt as if I had stumbled upon a contemporary evangelical congregation from the free-church tradition worshipping in what had once been an Anglican cathedral.
Bridle of colts untamed,
Over our will presiding;
Wing of unwandering birds,
Our flight securely guiding.
I got to teach Episcopal Sunday school last week, a rare privilege, and it was in a New York church so the kids had plenty to say. Teenagers, and if you expect them to sit in rapt silence as you tick off points of theology, you’re in the wrong place. – Garrison Keillor