
Jesus, Indiana Jones, And All Of Us
By Jesus’ model, when the world turns to selfishness and judgment, we do not overcome those trials by returning aggression for aggression; we do not give cruelty for cruelty.

By Jesus’ model, when the world turns to selfishness and judgment, we do not overcome those trials by returning aggression for aggression; we do not give cruelty for cruelty.

Excerpted from the Rector’s Annual Parish Address on Sat., Feb. 8: Think of our being-in-love as a “first fruit” devotion:

To continue the growth of these last years, we must now accompany the widening of our congregation, with a deepening of the same …

Dear Trinity Church and friends, Grace and Peace and Thursday greetings! With Sunday-morning forecasts calling for as much as 12”

Whatever their social or emotional or partisan track, I recognize these postcards from the edge of a new political season will not be entirely untrue. Yet, I also know those posts will not tell the whole story…

Sharing in the eternity of the Eucharistic table, we stand and kneel with all those who have done the same before us and alongside us – we ‘actualize’ the past in a way that opens new possibilities in our present.

We can still claim our share in her resilience – a defiant optimism, a hope like steel – when she sings from her throne: ‘Well, something’s lost, but something’s gained, in living every day’

When we make straight Christ’s paths, we set ourselves on the high road of mercy, peace, and love – and we call all people to the same, to join us there.

Pull up the fences of our ordinary days and ponder the what-if’s … dare the what’s-beyond’s … and muse the how-it-all-came-to-be’s.

Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds found me during my senior year of high school. Over the years, I have loyally brought Cave’s long-players to my home stereo [some more than once, given my weakness for re-issues and re-masters and deluxe editions]. During one tide of the pandemic, I took a months-long deep-dive into his expansive catalogue. Through all the stylistic turns and strange characters, “Into My Arms” – from 1997’s, The Boatman’s Call – has remained a favorite for both its reassurances and its challenges. I mean, a pop song that begins with a demanding theological claim? You had me at hello, Mr. Cave.