“It is no longer because of what you said that we believe, for we have heard for ourselves.” John 4:42 A few weeks ago, China’s problems seemed far removed from my life here in Gainesville, Ga. And now, even as I write this homily, I am aware that by the...
https://youtu.be/9guXP4Yy18Q For a long time now, I have kept a practice of having paper and pen on the shelf by my side of the bed. Very often, I wake up in the middle of the night with a sudden thought or random insight, and I need to write it down. ...
By the time I left the office on Thursday afternoon to begin my Sabbath rest, I had three sermons prepared for today and they were all across the board. I had one that was designed to be very light, mindful that this is not my “personal platform” in Hyde Park...
And Jesus took with him Peter and James and his brother John and led them up a high mountain by themselves. From the outset, the story grips us, and we know something significant is going on. If we’re paying attention, our hearts immediately make the link with another pivotal sacred...
When Lisa and I moved to Georgia from Arkansas for graduate school, we didn’t know anyone. We joined Central Presbyterian Church downtown, and we began preparing for Lisa’s own baptism. I am her godfather! On the day of Lisa’s baptism, we sat down front and I noticed a large banner...
When Archimedes discovered a way to determine the purity of gold by applying the principle of specific gravity, he allegedly exclaimed “Eureka!”, the perfect tense of the Greek verb heuriskein, meaning to find. That is, to his amazement, he had found the solution to his problem. Ever since then, the...
Each time I watch the film Steel Magnolias, I fast-forward from the time Shelby falls down in the kitchen to when they are arriving at the cemetery for her funeral. (If the person next to you doesn’t seem to understand this reference, have mercy on them and invite them to...
A very long time ago when I took my first Lamaze class, the doula asked each of us to picture an image, something comforting that we could conjure in our minds when labor became “uncomfortable”. Theoretically, conjuring that image would comfort me, allowing birth to happen naturally, as if I...
The Summer after my first year of undergrad, I returned to my parents’ house and got a job working at the paper mill with my father. I rotated through the same shiftwork schedule my father had worked for three decades at that point. It was not always pleasant, but I...
This is another one of those Sundays when it is not easy to be a preacher, pastor, or priest. I keep reminding myself—and I would remind you—that we do not choose our texts on Sundays in The Episcopal Church. As I consider that these texts were assigned, in rotation, for...