Last Sunday morning I woke up to the howls of my toddler Abe coming through the baby monitor. I rolled over to check the clock – it was barely 5am. The birds had just woken up and the sun was just thinking of about rising. I went to his room…
Forbes Magazine just introduced their inaugural class of 50 Over 50: 50 women, entrepreneurs, leaders, scientists and creators, achieving their greatest career accomplishments over the age of 50. Their stories are inspiring. Kim Ng is the General Manager of the Miami Marlins. She is the first woman to run a major league baseball team. Before obtaining this position,…
Come, Holy Spirit, fill the hearts of your faithfulAnd kindle in us the fire of your love. Amen. Good morning. This is our first Sunday back inside — as if I needed to tell you — and, as on Pentecost (the feast of the Holy Spirit) just two weeks ago,…
Today, we celebrate one of the most important feasts of the church year - Trinity Sunday. If you did not know that until you got to church today (or until you tuned into the livestream), you’re certainly not alone. Trinity Sunday is not anticipated the same way as, say, Christmas or Easter. Unlike most major feasts that commemorate an event in Jesus’ life, today’s feast commemorates a doctrine. There are no memorable passages from the Bible to narrate the story of Trinity Sunday. Nothing like the tongues of fire from last week’s story of Pentecost. In fact, the word “Trinity” never once appears anywhere in the Bible. Our understanding that God exists eternally as one God in three distinct persons: Father, Son, and Holy Spirit was not formalized until a gathering more than 300 years after the time of Jesus.
A few weeks ago, I looked out the window and saw sleet coming down from the sky. What month are we in? I asked myself. What day is it? For a moment I genuinely didn’t know. Was it March? Was it May? Was it still 2020 or were we in 2021?
In the movie The Big Lebowski, Jeff Bridges plays the title character of Jeff Lebowski or The Dude, as he is called. Due to a case of mistaken identity, The Dude gets caught up in a comically confusing mystery centering on a possibly fake kidnapping.
When I was five years old, I played in my very first soccer game. And in that game, I scored a goal for the other team, which tells you exactly what kind of athlete I was destined to be. But around the same time, it became clear that I was pretty good at the piano, and could more than hold my own as a boy soprano in the choir. But the culture of the deep south where I grew up didn’t exactly applaud me for being good at these things because, well, boys were supposed to hunt and play sports. At church, though, I heard a different message.
In seminary I took an intensive course called Leadership in an Age of Crisis. Little did I know how useful that class would be in my ministry. In the five years I’ve been a priest, I’ve seen wave after wave of crisis. And that’s exactly what the teacher said would happen: “Crisis is here to stay. It’s not going anywhere…What we have to do now is learn how to live in a broken world without being broken by it.”
The Gospel of Mark ends abruptly. Mary Magdalene, and Mary the mother of James, and Salome “…fled from the tomb, for terror and amazement had seized them; and they said nothing to anyone, for they were afraid.” These are the last words of the Gospel…fear and silence?
When the pandemic brought in-person gatherings to an abrupt halt last year, Easter was right around the corner. And so it wasn’t long before certain voices in the wider church began offering this bold suggestion: Easter should be postponed, they said, until it was safe to gather again.