A Sermon for the Eve of the Epiphany. January 5, 2020 As many of you know, only a couple of months ago, I found myself a stranger in a strange land. I found myself on pilgrimage in the Holy Land, the bedrock of our faith. And for a thirty year old, I feel like I’m... Continue Reading →
a sermon for the First Sunday in Lent, Year C “After his baptism, Jesus, full of the Holy Spirit, returned from the Jordan and was led by the Spirit in the wilderness.” Luke 4:1 I personally love the written word. I love the opportunity it affords, the escape it offers, the creative wandering accessible at my fingertips. I love the... Continue Reading →
First Sunday in Lent, Year B My first hike up the old, eternal Cave Rock—situated on the Eastern shore of our lake—occurred on February 12th, 2015. It was my first and thankfully not my last trip to Tahoe. My beloved had taken me on a pilgrimage to sacred sites surrounding the Lake. The day was unseasonably warm... Continue Reading →
Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness, and many of our people need it sorely on these accounts. Broad, wholesome, charitable views of men and things cannot be acquired by vegetating in one little corner of the earth all one's lifetime. Mark Twain, The Innocents Abroad (1869), Vol. II, Conclusion.
Sermon for Year A Proper 20; Exodus 16:2-15, NRSV When I signed up to take nine high school youth on a Confirmation pilgrimage just this past August, only a little over a month ago, I had no idea how much I would be fed on the journey, on our cross-country travel to Navajoland. I had... Continue Reading →
OK, I have a confession to make... I never read "Revelations of Divine Love" by St. Julian of Norwich (1342-1416) for my medieval theology class last semester... Perhaps I am a bad feminist... Yes, it has been on my list to read for years now, but I just have never gotten around to it. However,... Continue Reading →
The moment I have been anticipating all summer has finally arrived! Today I begin my long trek from Alabama up the East coast and then will hop across the pond to a semester abroad in Cambridge, England. As John Denver sang, "All my bags are packed, I'm ready to go..." Ok, well as you can... Continue Reading →