Anybody know any good Trinity jokes? Neither do I. The closest I can come is to tell you what Dorothy Sayers—who was a great theologian as well as mystery writer—once said about the Athanasian Creed, which for centuries the Church appointed to be recited on this day. You can find the full thing in the Historical Documents section of your Prayer Book, but don’t look it up now. Suffice it to say that it’s a famously long and convoluted statement of faith which Sayers summed up in the following paraphrase. She wrote: “The Father Incomprehensible, the Son incomprehensible, the Holy Ghost incomprehensible…the whole darn thing incomprehensible!”Read More
Here we are again with the two men in white. We last saw them at the tomb, when they asked a similar question of the women: “Why are you looking for the living among the dead?” Now they ask, “Why are you standing around looking up into heaven?” Both questions direct the disciples to look beyond current events and get on with their lives.Read More
This past week I had the privilege of attending the Poetry Conference held by the Yale Institute of Sacred Music, Worship and Arts in New Haven, Connecticut. The theme for this year’s biennial event was “Any-angled light”: Poetry and the Mission of Your Church. If you’re a poetry nerd like me, these kind of events leave you in awe as you do satellite circles around such amazing people like poet Chris Wiman, Dante Scholar Peter Hawkin, or Shakespeare expert Karin Coonrod This year’s keynote speaker was Mary Karr, author of the best-seller The Liar’s Club. It also didn’t hurt that we got to spend 3 days on the campus of Yale Divinity School. If you get a chance to visit – go.Read More
The few mashed potatoes left in the bowl are beginning to form a yellowish crust, and tiny pearls of grease float on the water that once covered green beans. Napkins, plates, and silverware lie strewn across the table that, not long before, had been festively decorated for another Easter feast. All of us gathered around the table have relaxed in our seats; some sit with elbows comfortably resting on the table, others carry on quiet conversations; we share a last glass of wine and a breather before the dessert and coffee. Suddenly from a low-voiced conversation at one end of the table someone speaks out, “Aunt Jane, tell us about how you first came to St. Mark’s.” We have all heard the story before many times, but such satisfaction comes from hearing Jane’s soft southern drawl speaking those familiar words, unleashing the telling of other stories—the time the canon spilled the sacramental wine; the time the dean forgot his sermon; the time the verger lost his staff, the time… It is like sharing the most intimate of secrets. Jane is gone now, but I can still hear her voice, warm and quiet, as her story begins: “I remember….” The telling of stories is woven into the fabric of our lives.Read More
Love. Hope. Rise. Expect Miracles.
On this beautiful morning, I offer to you these five words:
Love. Hope. Rise. Expect Miracles.
The truth about today – at least the truth I see – is that it, really, the details of what happened on the very first Easter morning don’t actually matter very much. Our Bible gives us four slightly different versions of the story. All four tell us Mary Magdalene, the one Jesus loved, went to the tomb and it was empty. In some versions, she was alone and in some she was with other women. In one version, she saw an angel; in another, several angels. In one, she saw a person she thought was a gardener – only to realize the gardener was Jesus. Some say the stone was already rolled away when Mary arrived, others say those at the tomb rolled the stone themselves.Read More