Saturday, February 3, 2018
Mark 1:29-39 This week’s gospel is the rather straightforward story of the healing of Peter’s mother-in-law. The story is that after Jesus and his newly-recruited followers went to shul and cast out a demon they repaired to Peter’s house in Capernaum...
Saturday, February 3, 2018
My husband and I watch a particular reality show that’s been on TV for most of our twenty years of marriage. Even though we know much of it is contrived, the twists and turns keep us tuned in. The human heart cannot be scripted: Jealousy and fear, relationship and...
Thursday, February 1, 2018
Psalm 84 or 24:7-10; Malachi 3:1-4; Hebrews 2:14-18; Luke 2:22-40 I think what I love most about the story of the Feast of the Presentation is the sheer serendipity of the story, superimposed on the…well…odd-ness of the cast of characters. If we...
Thursday, February 1, 2018
A new friend shared her goal of running a 100-mile ultramarathon. “Oh, that’s fantastic,” I cooed. “How many days will it take?” Her answer was short: “One.” Fortunately, we were on the phone so she couldn’t see my jaw drop. I’m not a big fan of driving a hundred...
Wednesday, January 31, 2018
The Feast Day of St. Bridgit of Kildare Mark 6:25-33 I was reading the Catechism in the Book of Common Prayer the other day, looking for a succinct way of talking about Christian mission, and I came across the definition of sin (pg 848). Q. What is sin? A. Sin is...
Wednesday, January 31, 2018
I’ve had a spiritual tilt since I was a child. I was baptized in the Roman Catholic church and confirmed as an Episcopalian. I cried when Pope John XXIII died in 1963; I was five and afraid something had happened to God. On a summer’s night in 1980, I did something...
Tuesday, January 30, 2018
In the beginning, at the very beginning, on page one God separates the day from the night, and there was evening and there was morning, a day never to be remembered by a living soul, except for the One brooding over the deep waters. It was a day without history or...
Tuesday, January 30, 2018
A few years ago, I realized what a gift I had experienced fifty years earlier in the backyard of my grandparents’ house. Mommy-Me and Daddy-Dee lived just outside of Richmond, Virginia. Every other view of the world had been the same for me—people, houses, cars,...
