Where are you going? And who is going with you? They’re the questions I want to ask the disciples on the road, and they’re the questions that Luke’s Gospel keeps asking me.
Maybe it takes times like the one we’re living in to appreciate the agonizingly slow and uncertain process filled with excruciating pain, devastated dreams, and terror-filled despair, that Jesus’ closest friends experienced. For most of them, actually believing in resurrection took many more than three days.
4 Lent Year A Virtual Episcopal Church at Yale # 1 The Rev. Paul J. Carling, Ph.D. ...
With this in mind, I want to share with you an excerpt from Ursula K. Le Guin’s essay, “Why Are Americans Afraid of Dragons?”
“For fantasy,” she writes, or in my case UFO conspiracy theories, “is true, of course. It isn’t factual, but it is true. Children know that. Adults know it too, and that is precisely why many of them are afraid of fantasy. They know that its truth challenges, even threatens, all that is false, all that is phony, unnecessary, and trivial in the life they have let themselves be forced into living. They are afraid of dragons, because they are afraid of freedom.”
Charlotte Dalwood The Episcopal Church at Yale 23 February 2020 Called to be Christian A Sermon for Transfiguration...
Tonight’s procession and ritual blessing of candles, stems from the 4th century, and symbolizes God’s continuing revelation in every generation.
I have to admit, I am a bit surprised when Paul disses on baptism. When he writes to the Corinthians: “For Christ did not send me to baptize but to proclaim the gospel,” I couldn’t help but feel perplexed. For me, the gospel and baptism seem like two sides of the same coin. It makes me wonder why Paul was so angry and led me to think about my own baptism.
It may have become boring to you, but by now you probably know by heart one of my favorite expressions: that the fundamental task of young adulthood is to replace the second-hand religion you were given as a child, with the first-hand faith of a personal relationship with God.
Let me tell you why I love Valentine’s Day.
In this ECY community, we are active participants in this work. Whether it be in our Undoing Racism working group, or at our monthly Chapel on the Green ministry, our passion for justice inspires what we do (and it is affixed at the top of our weekly newsletter).
Growing up with four brothers, each born less than 2 years apart, can be tough. Dad, chronically tired and anything but woke, called us “a pack of wild Indians.” Thank God for the moments of grace. Like being 10, lining up for recess, when the class bully snarled, “Hey, four eyes, get over here and carry my books.” A deeply religious child, I prayed to God… “Smite him… and quickly!” In a way, God did, as I heard, “Don’t talk to him like that!” The bully looked up at my older brother, and said – softly –“I’m talking to him, buddy, not to you.” To which my brother replied, “Yeah, well, when you’re talking to him, you’re talking to me.” I felt so grateful then, to be part of that motley flock.
Everywhere around us, we’re encouraged toward hopelessness – our collective intransigence toward climate change, the multiple threats to our system of democracy, or the explosion of memes this week about the inevitability, indeed the relief from endemic uncertainty, that a World War III would being.