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 Circle Time with my hands in my lap, soon the kids would follow. If I madeContinue reading “Growing in the Wheat and the Weeds”
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Living with Intent: Lessons from Mr. Rogers and St. Paul
You can watch this sermon on the Church of the Holy Trinity’s YouTube Page: The camera pans across the inside of a small, quaint house as jolly piano music plays; the wooden front door opens and in walks a pleasant looking man with a friendly smile dressed in a tie and sport coat. He beginsContinue reading “Living with Intent: Lessons from Mr. Rogers and St. Paul”
Whispers of Hope: Proclaiming Love from the Rooftops
I have a confession to make. I am a Tennessee Vols fan, which I know is nearly a cardinal sin here in the Diocese of Lexington, but it is my birthright as one who was born and raised with the sounds of “It’s football time in Tennessee” in the background as the Kello family didContinue reading “Whispers of Hope: Proclaiming Love from the Rooftops”
They Will Know Us By Our Love
There are many ways to teach and to learn. I am a visual learner at best—if I can see it, I can repeat it. When I was a preschool teacher, however, I learned that one of the fastest ways to teach was by song. There are of course, the classics, “clean-up, clean up, everybody, everywhere,Continue reading “They Will Know Us By Our Love”
The Unfolding Story
When my nephews were little, they would love to tell stories, and like every little kid, each story took on a particular child-like wonder. For my youngest nephew, his angle was the never-ending story, when things felt like they were wrapping up, his little 5-year-old voice would ramp up and say, “AND THEN!!….” and thereContinue reading “The Unfolding Story”
Hope and Faith to Go Out
There are those moments wherein which someone says something so striking and so compelling that you have to sit with it for a while and let it wash over you. I had a moment like early in the COVID pandemic, when the clergy of the Diocese of Kentucky had our first Zoom call with BishopContinue reading “Hope and Faith to Go Out”
With Fear and Great Joy
There is so much to love about Easter morning, but one thing I love about St. Mary’s unique tradition of offering the community a “glow in the dark” egg hunt after sundown on last night is that is true to what I love most about Easter: that Easter starts in the dark. I love Easter;Continue reading “With Fear and Great Joy”
Withered Bones in the Embrace of Mercy
One of my great joys as a priest is Lent, and not just because I like to remind folks that they are gonna die on Ash Wednesday – which, since I missed it because I was sick . . . you’re gonna die one day. I love Lent because it’s an opportunity to payContinue reading “Withered Bones in the Embrace of Mercy”
Working Toward the Dawn
There is something holy about the break of dawn. Like most folk, my life has had ebbs and flows, but one of my most favorite seasons of life allowed me to witness the slow overwhelm that the day has as night fades away. Dawn tends to happen sort of all at once; it’s aContinue reading “Working Toward the Dawn”
Sanctified and Called to be Saints
There are things that I have gathered throughout my life that hold special significance. The heavy and effective depression-era quilt that my grandmother sowed with scraps of fabric that would not be valuable to anyone else other than my family. But I love that quilt, and used it everyday until the threads began toContinue reading “Sanctified and Called to be Saints”
Becca Kello 