Episcopal Church Of The Good Shepherd
Sometimes I hear little sayings like “God is a God of surprises” and I think, “Save it for a bumper sticker.” But truly, the older I get the more surprised I am by God and by the world in which we live.
I have an inkling that this crisis is not going to be resolved by more infighting, hand wringing, or throwing stones, activities for which Christians have become sadly notorious.
Let's face it. We do have some work to do if we want to be ready for the coming of Christ into the world. It's called repentance.
The Sadie Hawkins Day String Band will have a concert on our front lawn, and we’ll also have a return visit from Charlie the Tortoise, who will be blessed in between sets.
I have lived in the St Louis area for almost a decade and I still don’t know a lot of the unspoken rules. And yet I find myself mostly obeying invisible boundaries, without always knowing why.
Largely forgotten today, these rituals were once as vital to the formation of a shared parish identity as anything that occurred during the liturgical year, either inside or outside the church building.
Pulling weeds and picking bugs off of leaves on a hot, muggy summer day is not my idea of Paradise. But you know what? It’s not all about me.
In Christian churches around the world February 2 has a whole different meaning than Super Bowl Sunday or even Groundhog Day. Today was the Feast of the Presentation of Our Lord, one of only a handful of holy days that take precedence over a Sunday.
It's not an easy call, no matter what the weather forecast.
We kneel to ground ourselves in reality, and in the humility needed to receive forgiveness. And we kneel as a form of solidarity with the least among us.
I don't like scary movies or ghost stories. I'm not crazy about Halloween. But I love Dia de los Muertos--the Day of the Dead.
In traditional hula, the connection between "the sacred" and the arts of dance, music, and storytelling are interwoven and made manifest. Dori Neumeier of St. Charles knows and practices this connection.
I love the whole idea of flunking sainthood. Because even though I really believe that we are all saints-in-the-making, we’re not there yet. Not by a long shot. Flunking sainthood, to me, is about trying our best while still taking ourselves lightly.
If I had to boil down my anxieties around Christmas, I suppose I could sum it up as "too much of a good thing." I want a full bank account and peace on earth. It's an awful lot of wish fulfillment to pin on a few weeks out of the year.
If you've watched any of the Democratic or the Republican conventions you have seen one consistent focus throughout both events: storytelling. While pundits declare that little of substance is actually decided at conventions these days, they still hold great potential for shaping the stories…
The Episcopal Church of the Good Shepherd (my parish) is hosting a Mercy Digital Mobile Mammography Van this Saturday, May 19, from 9:30 AM to 2:00 PM. We are located in Town and Country, near the corner of Clayton and Mason, not far from Highway 40.
I have a tendency to get a little earnest. Every story has to have a lesson; every activity has to be for a good reason. Sometimes I need reminders to do stuff just for kicks. And it's not only since I've become a priest. I remember being in grade school and thinking how wonderful it would t…