https://youtu.be/ydXM-sbYb9A?list=PLuR3t84V2Eyc_7qG7848UNOgEezIpaVkK A few summers ago, in Wind River mountains, I found myself scrubbing dishes with Barbara Brown Taylor, the writer and Episcopal priest, one of the top preachers in America. We happened to be assigned to the same crew for chores at Ring Lake, a sort of clergy dude ranch in Wyoming. My mother, also... Continue Reading →
The Gospel isn’t Good News if Stomachs are Groaning.
I am becoming more and more convinced that our particular American understanding of evangelism, an evangelism that is all about the growth of a congregation, the “winning over converts” to our particular brand of faith, filling the pews and the church coffers, it isn’t what Jesus had in mind for his good news.
Loneliness and Real Healing
The past two Sundays our priest Associate, and our seminarian have begun their sermons by making fun Of me for assigning them to preach. The Pentecost, fire from on high. The Trinity, a difficult doctrine. Well, there’s some truth to their claims. It’s good to be rector. I did very much enjoy having some time... Continue Reading →
