If we’re honest with ourselves, we know we’ve spoken words both of life and of death. Most often a mixture of the two. And sometimes, it’s true, our words make a difference.
In four weeks, you will be kicking off the stewardship campaign and you are wondering, between these last sunlit days of summer what is next. Well, I’m here to tell you. Major gifts.
Five poems from poet, deacon and candidate for ordination to the priesthood, Megan McDermott
We are born, brothers and sisters, into a living ocean of grace. We are drenched in grace before we can ever think to ask for it.
How does God feel when the world is in shambles, when order and justice seem as remote as any moon?
Our lives are spent in anticipation of resurrection, both in the present life and in the one that is to come. In a way, our entire lives are a kind of a theological purgatory, as we await our own resurrection in Christ. We are stuck in Holy Saturday until we can find our way to the other side.
The 5th verse of Psalm 23 always struck me as odd: God prepares a table in the presence of our enemies.
Where is the connection between spiritual direction and the prophetic voice?
Personal connection, in person and on paper are fundraising super-strengths
Canon Bill Carroll offers some thought on the Blessed Virgin Mary