Pathways Through Lent, our annual series of devotions, is a companion in the deeply spiritual time of Lent. Parishioners contribute to this series by writing reflection, sometimes based upon the day’s readings from the Daily Office, and often drawing from their lives’ experiences.
John begins the Easter story with these words, “Early on the first day of the week, while it was still dark…” This is always how our discovery of the risen Christ begins – in darkness. No one is ready to encounter Easter until she.
Holy Saturday. Sabbath Saturday. It is the day after we hear Jesus lament, “my God, my God, why have you forsaken me?” This is the day when he lay in the tomb, in the darkness without any light – the tomb sealed with a.
Faith. Complete trust or confidence in someone or something. When I received a cancer diagnosis on my 40th birthday—July 11, 2017—my faith in God convinced me that my cancer would be a blessing. I was shocked. I had no family history. I knew I.
“Love one another. You must love one another, just as I have loved you. If you love one another, everyone will know you are my disciples.” John 13:34-35 I find this passage in John to be such a simple reminder of God’s task to us:.
“One of his disciples – the one whom he loved – was reclining next to him.” John 13:23 Every time someone enters St. John’s, an encounter with today’s passage from the Gospel of John awaits. Directly in a person’s line of vision as he.
Lent invites us to serious reflection on how we are doing as disciples of Christ. Today’s readings from both Isaiah and John set before us various models for comparison or contrast. Isaiah describes a servant whose life for God made him as clear an.
Behold my servant, whom I uphold, my chosen, in whom my soul delights; I have put my Spirit upon him; he will bring forth justice to the nations. He will not cry aloud or lift up his voice, or make it heard in the street; a.
This fall, I was fortunate to have time off to spend with my newborn daughter, Charlotte. She hadn’t quite figured out the concept of napping, so I would take her for long walks around town in hopes that she would doze off. As we.
Near the end of our pilgrimage to the Holy Land, we journeyed to the traditional location of Caiaphas’ house, now known as the Church of Saint Peter in Gallicantu. In the basement of the church, there’s a first century prison cell hewn out of.
When my mother died at the age of 91, the family was unanimous in wanting her memorial service to be a joyful celebration of her life. Immediately, though, we encountered headwinds from her rector: “No eulogies by family members. Please no babies in the.