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.


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.


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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Lights to the Nations

Psalm 119:97–120 Genesis 45:16–28 1 Corinthians 8:1–13 Mark 6:13–29
Second chance—wonderful words! Isaiah knew them well. In Isaiah 49, the
prophet bemoans his failure to fulfill an assignment from God. “No problem,”
God seems to say, giving him a much bigger project, telling him, “I will give
you as a light to the nations.”
That story reminds me of my high school principal, Mr. Covington. He was a
wiry man, usually quiet, but tough. He once put on the gloves with a bullying
student to teach him a lesson.
I was in need of a lesson, too. I was the class jerk, always in trouble—even
throwing firecrackers on Mr. Covington’s front porch one night. I wasn’t
smart enough to make a getaway, and he caught me hiding behind a hedge.
My poor aunt, with whom I lived, was mortified by my behavior, and
everyone in town soon knew.
Not long after that, Mr. Covington fell in beside me as I walked home. Rather
than lecturing me, he began a gentle conversation about things he knew I was
interested in. We were soon talking, as it seems to me now, like buddies. I
knew that the slate was clean.
God has granted me many second chances, but that was one of the most
helpful. I became a pretty good student after that.
Lent is a time for self-examination, repentance, and self-denial. What better
time for giving a second chance to those of whom we think ill, to that cousin
who snubbed you or that coworker who crossed you? We too can be Mr.
Covingtons—and perhaps even lights to nations.
–Mike Edwards


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