I'll never forget last Tuesday night. Surrounded by two thousand friends I never knew I had—though, as we sat there, we somehow all knew our bonds went back to time immemorial—I took in one of the final performances of the longest running show in the history...
So, with Easter Sunday now behind us, and with Pentecost not yet upon us, we are in a part of the Christian story that doesn't often get much attention. We are in the awkward space following the resurrection, before the giving of the Holy Spirit, when there...
I had been a chorister as a kid and – with my “salad boy soprano days” in retrospect – began to engage in the Episcopal Church beyond the $1.50 weekly pay I received for warbling. I struck out on my own one Sunday morning in Kansas City, Missouri for an...
The pilgrim Egeria describes an observance of Palm Sunday in the late fourth century. Christians gathered on the other side of the Mount of Olives, in a place called Bethphage, where they read the story of Jesus’ entry into Jerusalem. They then walked to the...
Last Sunday, a parishioner and I talked about how she’d just been through her own personal “Holy Week” in terms of back-to-back days of church related service: altar guild at the Wednesday Holy Eucharist, hospitality for our monthly “Third Thursday”...