The seeds we plant today might wind up being the trees under which our children will play on day, but if we plant nothing, we can rest assured that nothing will grow.
Except that grace can neither be constructed nor contained. We can till the ground around it, water it, ensure it has plenty of sunshine and fertilizer, but ultimately grace is a gift.
In good times and bad, in happiness and sadness, in times of plenty and in times of little, God is God and, in the words of an old Negro Spiritual, “he don’t never change.”
Our identity is home, in our name spoken in sweetness, in our belovedness, and in our welcome. The world didn’t give it, and the world can’t take it away.
We must make the choice to return home. We must choose compassion. We must say yes to love. But whether that “yes” happens suddenly or subversively depends on the individual soul on the journey.
G-d's salvation is meant to received, with openness, from expected places, perhaps even from the places of our greatest resistance.
Returning to a book once read is like taking a trip down memory lane. Every underlined word, dog-eared page, and note-in-the-margin marks a significant moment and tells a fascinating story. I wonder where I was when I wrote that. I wonder why this phrase seemed so important for me in the moment. I wonder how the world was different. I wonder how I was different.
[Given on Sunday, February 22, 2015, by The Rev. Fr. Marcus Halley at St. Andrew’s Episcopal Church – Kansas City, MO] Mark 1:12 (1:9-15) O God, take our minds and think through them, take our lips and speak through them, take our hearts and set them on fire with love for you; may your kingdom come, … Continue reading Sermon: Wondering and Wandering in the Wilderness
"Remember the sabbath day and keep it holy." - Exodus 20:8 I've heard it said that the 4th Commandment, the commandment instructing us to keep sabbath, is the only one of the Ten Commandments that we willingly break and then brag about. I mean think about it, our culture is obsessed with busyness. Think of … Continue reading Coffeehouse Musings: Stop it, and I Mean it!
I met the most precious little boy yesterday and his curiosity taught me more about Ash Wednesday than 100 sermons in 100 churches. There I was, sitting in Bella Napoli in Brookside looking about as "out-of-place" as I possibly could. I was wearing all black with purple stole, holding a ceramic bowl containing ashes. I … Continue reading Remember that you are dust…