Having spent all morning laboring over A Case of the Mondays, I gathered myself to head into the office about noon yesterday. Waiting for me in my inbox when I got to work was a request to trek out to a hospice facility to perform Last Rites for a dying parishioner.
Uff. Continue reading
My grandfather died on a Monday. Continue reading
There’s a church in Columbia with a sizable staff (I’m not talking about my own church, I promise!) who retreats together at least twice a year. During their first afternoon, before they pray or worship or eat together, they do something rather remarkable: Continue reading
Today, I write at the Covenant Blog about how memorizing prayers has helped me deal with death. Check it out HERE.
I’ve also written about how I’ve seen God through life with my grandpa over the last weeks and years. Look HERE for an irregular Eucharist. And HERE for what he’s learned from illness.
I’ve written about china before.
This was a part of my personality that didn’t come out till I left home and established my own nest, but it seems I inherited more than my mother’s penchant for period literature–I’m obsessed with dishware and love to throw a really good party, just like my mom does. Continue reading
hope of things not seen 