An Easter Psalm

          In no particular hurry for that special sunrise, knowing in my heart my own Fridays need an execution.  I carry to the gallows pride, insensitivity, lust and shame-no thorns more visible than sharp tongue and wordy prayers. Come, dark Saturday and holy...

A Fan of Francis Logs In

by Tom Pappas I am not a Catholic but I have been to Rome and poked around the Sistine Chapel and admired the ALL MARBLE artwork in St. Peter’s. I live in the diocese of Lincoln and it is considered one of the nation’s most super-conservative.  I often roll my eyes...

Moving is Over-Rated

A Guest blog by Alice Ling One month ago today, I joined in a formal Liturgy of Farewell with the congregation I’d been serving, and in the next few days completed the process of saying good-bye: to parishioners I had known for too short a time, friends still...

Prayer for the Weeding

by Angier Brock Early March, and it’s still cold here in eastern Virginia. For a few more weeks, the temperatures will remain too unpredictable to do much planting, but I have begun collecting packets of seeds. A few I can go ahead and sow directly into the ground...