In the Eucharist, the Book of Common Prayer begins the Lord’s Prayer with the following words: As our Savior Christ has commanded and taught us, we are bold to say “Our Father”. It’s easy to read the tone of this as a command, an exhortation to obedience. Yet, taken within a wider context it’s really… More When you pray say this
In a sermon some time ago I mentioned the film The Way in which Martin Sheen plays the role of a father who undertakes to walk the Camino de Compostela, the ancient pilgrimage route to the shrine of Santiago (St. James) in the Basque region of northern Spain. It’s a film about love’s redemption… More Contemplation in a World of Action: a tale of two women
Two reflections on race I. Following Easter this year, Al and I took the inside of a week to visit friends in Washington DC. Our friend John is an inveterate day-tripper to places of interest. On one of the days, he had organized a visit to the not commonly known National Building Museum. One of the… More Race: the current lightening rod for otherness
On the 4th of July Weekend, the last thing I feel inspired to do is write a sermon for Sunday. The prospect of a less than half full Church, and the general atmosphere of weekend enjoyment and celebration sap me of any will towards inspired utterance. I notice that I have a number of fragmentary… More A Profusion of Thoughts on the 4th of July Weekend
A sermon from The Rev. Linda Griggs: 2 Kings 2: 1-2, 6-14 and Luke 9:51-62 From Midrash to Gospel: “No one who puts a hand to the plow and looks back is fit for the Kingdom of God.” We have been hearing in recent weeks about the way the imagination helps us to construct a picture… More Filling in the Gaps
There is a pre-modern view of religion as something existing outside time and place. According to this view religion, like the US Constitution originates in a timelessness free of the taint of culture and history. All human experience is formed within the context of culture. Even prophets and Founding Fathers are products of their culture.… More The Sound of Sheer Silence
Reflection on an early memory I remember as a child, long before I could read, gazing at the pictures in an illustrated Bible that I think probably belonged to my grandparents. This is the first book I can remember. I used to carry it around with me and long before I could read the words… More Jezebel!