A danger recognized is not always a danger avoided, but it at least gives us half a chance to remember that our highest goal is not the pursuit of happiness but the discovery of the grace and mercy and loving-kindness, the grounding of God.
Roger Hutchison, Director of Christian Formation and Parish Life at Houston’s Palmer Memorial Episcopal Church, is also an artist, and is releasing his third book My Favorite Color is Blue. Sometimes.
by Linda Ryan When Jesus tells us about his Father, we distrust him. When he shows us his Home, we turn away. But when
Our reading also reminds us that when we show empathy and solidarity in the struggles of another, our task is simple–show up, and remain awake.
I am still waiting for a few of my failures, some of my wounds, to turn to joy. Jesus forgot to say exactly when the joy would come. But, I am hopeful.
Grief is heavy. It drags one down like a burlap bag of scrap metal over one’s shoulder – it weighs down, heavy, and sharp metal ends – jagged, rusty tear-stained bits poke through the burlap and then the shirt into one’s fleshy back.
Photo from Kate Bowler’s first book, Blessed: A History of the American Prosperity Gospel, available from Oxford Press In the Sunday Times, author Kate Bowler,
Religion News Service posted a piece from PBS Video exploring the role of social media in grief and death. Interviews include Carla Sofka, a professor
I invite you to celebrate lille Juleaften with me this year. Finish your chores, put on your Christmas finery, and take a moment’s rest before the feast to come.
Writing on Medium, Sarah McBride writes movingly about the grief and joy she experienced in her brief marriage to her partner Andy, who died shortly after they were married in a ceremony officiated by their friend and colleague, The Right Reverend Gene Robinson.