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
to be human is to be forgetful. Continue reading
The transcript of my eulogy on the occasion of my grandpa, Chuck Thomey’s death. Continue reading
I’ve been on the road (and in the air, and in the snow). Continue reading
a week ago today, I celebrated Eucharist at a nursing home in Bloomington, Minnesota. Continue reading
hope of things not seen 