WELCOME TO SAINT JOHN’S CHURCH

Welcome to St. John's Church, Lafayette Square—a vibrant historic Episcopal church located across from the White House. We invite you to join with us for worship, Christian fellowship and outreach.

History

From our organization as a parish in 1815 to today, St. John's Church has provided a powerful symbol of faith in the heart of our nation's capital.

Mission

At St. John's, we believe Christ is calling us to be a renewed church in a changing world. In worship, education, parish life, and social action, we seek to expand our horizons by serving God by loving one another.

Clergy, Staff, & Vestry

Meet St. John’s diverse and engaging clergy, vestry and staff.

Directions & Parking

Located at the corner of 16th and H Streets in Northwest Washington, St. John's is near the McPherson Square and Farragut North Metro stations. Limited street parking is available; free valet parking is offered for certain hours.
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Pathways Through Lent

Enrich Your Relationship with God

If any want to become my followers, let them deny themselves and take up their cross and follow me. Mark 8:34   What does it look like to take up your cross this Lent? Most of us don’t have big, heavy, wooden beams lying.

Seasonal Reflections

My wife, Joanne, and I are birders, enjoying the challenge of finding, identifying and watching birds in their (and our) various habitats.  Many are year-round domestic birds, such as cardinals or titmice, but a number are seasonal, such as the juncos that frequent our.

A Lesson in Love

For Liza God works on many levels and in many ways and Lent is no exception. I truly believe that during the Lent season we can lose ourselves in contemplation. There are many lessons to learn and many perspectives to hear as we move.

Evening Sacrifice

I didn’t grow up Episcopalian, so the Book of Common Prayer was totally new to me when I joined St. John’s. I remember when I first received it and thinking it was great, but I didn’t really read it all that much. This year.

Keeping Faith in the Darkest Hours

When my sons, Cal and William, were twelve and ten, they thought they would be killed by pirates. We were in the middle of the Indian Ocean, 750 miles from Australia. In the wee dawn hours, my husband Jim was steering. I woke to.


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