A friend has been going through some tough times lately. They are from England, so I decided I would make English scones to offer support. English scones are lighter and fluffier than what we get in most American bake shops. They are good with butter and jam or marmalade; they are also good all by…
I came home from our first Christmas Eve service struck by an irony that happens every year. We sing “Silent Night” and light candles, as many congregations do on this night, but then, in order to finish the service, we have to blow them out to sing “Joy to the World” and say, “Merry Christmas.”…
I wanted to make this tarte soleil–which means sun tart–as soon as I saw the picture at Smitten Kitchen. But I wanted to make if for breakfast. So, instead of her olive tapenade filling, I decided I could fill it as I do my cinnamon rolls and let the aroma wake everyone up. I also decided…
My friend Robert Dilday died in his sleep Saturday night. He was not old–by that I mean he was only a year older than me. He was ordained to the priesthood in the Episcopal Church on December 14. The picture above is him serving communion after his ordination. He had one Sunday at his new…
This morning I preached at our 8:30 service; our annual pageant took place at 10:00, so I didn’t have to do double duty. The passage for today was Matthew 1:18-25, which tells the story of Gabriel’s visit to Joseph. What follows is my manuscript, which is specifically aimed at our congregation, but it feels worth…
I am affected by a lack of light. Our electric bill goes up in the winter, I’m sure, because I keep the lights on all the time. I am also sure a big part of it is related to my depression. I walk around feeling like I have a visor on and the light can’t…
We are one night away from the longest night of the year, which means the Fourth Sunday of Advent will bring just a little more light even as winter officially begins. The solstice set me to thinking about music again. I know I am only a couple of days away from having posted a bunch…
I got to reading Consolations by David Whyte this morning, and found this under the word regret: Sincere regret may in fact be a faculty for paying attention to the future, for sensing a new tide where we missed a previous one, for experiencing timelessness with a grandchild where we neglected a boy of our…
I struggle with what it means to be an American. I am grateful for the opportunities I have been give because of my nationality, and I am troubled that much of my privilege has been on the backs of those who never had a chance to make the choices I have made. I can’t say…
I was inspired by Sarah Bessey’s wonderful post on how we tell the Nativity story and this is where her words took me. incarnativity when I turn in my dictionary to define what pageant means there’s nothing revolutionary: a loosely connected set of scenes our pageant is the Christmas Story an acted-out Nativity performed by…