Sermons
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Being the Good Soil
When I bought my house, the first thing I wanted to do was get a garden growing, and the first seeds I planted at my house were wildflowers. In preparation, I spent countless hours pulling the crabgrass that makes up… Continue reading
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The Next Right Step
One of my most valuable lessons from my Sabbatical last summer wherein which I got to walk the Camino across northern Spain, is the critical importance of what I’ve come to call “despair breaks.” A despair break allows a bit… Continue reading
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Creator, Redeemer, Sustainer
One of my very favorite phrases in this world is, “More is caught than taught.” I first learned it when I was a preschool teacher, and it consistently rang true. If I sat crisscross-applesauce on the carpet ready for… Continue reading
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Do Not Leave Us Comfortless
As a kid, I was sort of always sick. I can tell the big stories, like how one year when decorating a live Christmas tree with my family, I stopped breathing and rushed to the hospital. And the boring stories… Continue reading
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God Restores Our Souls
This sermon can be listened to here: God Restores Our Souls Like many of you, I find myself standing firmly in the Episcopal tradition not because of, but despite much my early religious training. While my religious heritage gave me… Continue reading
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Faith Like Mary
This sermon can be listened to here: Faith Like Mary Three days ago, while we gathered in this church to pray the Solemn Collects and remember Christ’s brutal death on Good Friday, there rose tension and violence in the Old… Continue reading
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In the Abyss
Over the past three years, I’ve found myself saying, “It can’t get much worse than this” about things happening in our world. A global pandemic, cataclysmic weather events, and violence that seems be the ground on which our society stands;… Continue reading
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Conversion of Love
This sermon can be listened to here: Conversion of Love Once while driving from Texas to the East Coast, I drove past a large billboard with a black background and big, bold white letters that read, “‘For God so loved… Continue reading
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The Blessing of Changed Plans
My first Epiphany here at Christ Church, I took home the paper instructions and blue chalk and while I don’t remember if it was me or Father Steve who preached that night, I do remember how the chalk crumbled slightly… Continue reading
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The Practice of Christmas
The memory for me is still visceral. I remember the cool, smooth surface of the standard issue junior-high chair with its metal legs and deep blue seat. I remember exactly where I sat, one-third the way down the third row… Continue reading
