Bumper stickers: I love them, and am always buying them though seldom affixing them to the actual bumper of a car. Rather, a succession of ironic, witty, or just plain weird stickers have adorned cork boards in various offices and cubicles, excepting of course the years of obligatory Honor Student stickers, followed by, "My Daughter …
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It's been a wilderness-y Lent. For the first time in maybe twenty years I am not affiliated with a parish and thus not busy with Wednesday Lenten Soup Suppers, programs, or public outreach projects, all the things that an Episcopal parish does during Lent, all the preparations I would normally be knee deep in heading …
It's a day for Prayers. I'm praying. It is both fair and correct to say, just about everyone I know is praying today. Also, I would put money on each of us having specific desired outcomes of our prayers, because people are stupid that way, me most of all. Some, of course, are praying for …
It was after a Maundy Thursday, or maybe Good Friday service and Paul, lapsed Catholic and attending all the Holy Week services for the first time in a very long time, was hearing all the readings and listening with a critical ear. Allow me to paraphrase my wise hubby, "So, all these politicians cutting services …
"Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers, for by doing that some have entertained angels without knowing it." Hebrews 13:2-3 Long before I knew the passage, they've found me: people who need money, in parking lots with sad stories of sick mothers a bus ticket away, needing a room for the night and just $10 …
She was slender, in a coat too big for her and with a mop of dark hair in need of a good brushing. She might have been a small ten year old, and it was clear English was her second language as she handed me a note and asked, "Please you help?" Paul's eyebrow rose …
It finally happened: I stood on a street corner for God. Three of 'em. No sandwich board declaring The End Is Nigh, but still more evangelizing than I am comfortable with generally. Fortunately, I had my camera to hide behind. There we were: three women waving on a street corner, one fully garbed in priestly …
We were walking out of Central Barbecue in Memphis, Tennessee, when Paul said, "Let's walk around the front of the motel and see what it is." We'd driven past the sign on the way to the barbecue place, knew we should know the name but came up bupkis. Was is some old rocker's momma's name? …
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We were serving hot dogs to homeless people in Columbia, South Carolina, when I overheard a scrap of conversation. I had observed that Arthur knew almost all of the homeless we served that day, but chalked it up to frequent participation in this particular ministry. But it was more than that, it was one of …
Last night, Paul and I were dropping off a Home Depot bucket full of cleaning products at our priest's house, and Mother Leslie was thanking us for contributing. A couple of other parishioners are driving a truck, stuffed with cleaning supplies, de-humidifiers, and fans, down to Houston today. I told her no worries, we always …
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