
Made a Decision to Turn
Dear God I pray Turn my mind to thoughts of you;Turn my heart to welcoming your presence;Turn my mouth to speaking your praise, to uttering your
Dear God I pray Turn my mind to thoughts of you;Turn my heart to welcoming your presence;Turn my mouth to speaking your praise, to uttering your
Episcopal churches and institutions are preparing to mark Blessed Absalom Jones’ pioneering life as an abolitionist and the first African American ordained an Episcopal priest.
“You are the salt of the earth… and the light of the world.” Matthew 5:13, 16 Reminder of the warm seas of our primordial wading
By Sonny Marks It happened at a gas station, and again at another gas station. The first time was in December, early evening, on my
For these wooden blocks, I give thanks. They lay scattered across our carpet, line up like dominoes on the hardwood floor, and sit stacked like
This week David is joined by Charlette and our very special guest The Rt. Rev. Dr. Susan Brown Snook, Bishop diocesan of the Episcopal Diocese of San Diego.
Today’s episode is all about Lillian Trasher! A controversial figure, whose work is continued today.
Last week I read a fascinating article that talked about how chemical sprays – both pesticides and fertilizers – negatively impact beneficial insects by altering
“I am not just burning my mask however. I am using that as a symbol of transformation, a way to remind myself and those around me that the journey of Lent is preparing us for the beauty of Easter Sunday. So how will I accomplish this? This year, by creating artwork from the ashes.”
“Now, in reading today’s Gospel in commemoration of Martin Luther, one could easily fall into thinking that the “pruning” and “casting into the fire” that’s being referred to here is about tossing heretics and apostates into the flames of hell.”
“The realm of emotion is also a place of fickleness. Sometimes I feel God’s presence there and sometimes I have only ashes in my heart. I can feel a deep joy in a melody, the winging of a goose over the rooftops, the prisms in a snowflake. But just as quickly I can be crushed by loss, fear or illness.”