Reflections

While tending to nature was an important part of St. Francis’ response to God’s call, it is only a part of the whole of his ministry and understanding of “rebuilding” God’s house, the Very Rev. Francis Fornaro writes in this reflection on St. Francis of Assisi, commemorated in the church during…

When I was fifteen years old I attended my sister’s college graduation in Beloit, Wisconsin.  I suppose there were several ceremonies and lots of speeches.  I remember only one thing.  I remember a speaker who told us that she had once met and shaken the hand of the last living…

On Saturday, June 28, 1969, six policemen arrived at the Stonewall Inn, a gay bar in New York City’s Greenwich Village, and loudly announced the start of a raid. The people who were at Stonewall Inn that night weren’t just gay and lesbian; they were the most marginalized people from within the gay…

This sermon was given by Julia Hogan from St. John's Church in Franklin, at a youth-led service at St. John's on May 3.  It has been lightly edited for content and clarity.  Julia is a member of St. John's and a sophomore at Franklin High School. She is scheduled to be confirmed on…

When it comes to being witnesses to our faith, the Rev. Tim Schenck writes, most Episcopalians are "basically members of the Witness Protection Program."  Then comes a remarkable public statement from the mother of a murdered young man that speaks about forgiveness and the power of not staying…

Q. What does the snail say, riding on the back of a turtle?  A.  “Wheeee!”    I do not like roller coasters.  In the realm of amusement rides, a turtle ride is about as far as I would prefer to go.  I don’t like hanging upside down.  I don’t like it when the…

Following is the text of the sermon preached by the Rt. Rev. Alan M. Gates, Bishop of Massachusetts, on Tuesday in Holy Week, March 31, 2015, at the Service of Holy Eucharist with Renewal of Ordination Vows and Blessing of Holy Oil at Emmanuel Church in Boston.Batter my heart, three person’d God;…

This morning I was awakened at 5:30 a.m. by the sound of our town’s Department of Public Works crews clearing the heavy slush that accumulated overnight.  I didn’t begrudge them the noise this morning because the sounds I heard were sidewalk plows trying to clear a place to walk for…

This post originally appeared on The Rambling Priest, the blog of the Rev. Philip LaBelle, Rector of St. Mark's Church in Southborough. The parish I serve, St. Mark’s in Southborough, was founded in 1860 by a local business man Joseph Burnett.  Joseph gave land and money to build our…

For years I resisted admitting that my eyesight was slipping.  Always I told myself that the light was bad, or I was just tired.  I was unwilling to recognize this gradual function of nature because, honestly, I had spent a lifetime being quite proud of my eyesight:  20/20 in one eye…