highly recommend a spiritual exercise that I made up myself. I call it, “Closing your eyes and listening to an entire Episcopal worship service without speaking.” Without your eyes to mislead you, the room will shrink to its actual size. Everything will feel like it’s happening right at the end of your arms. Which of course it is. And you might even begin to feel that God is at the end of your arms. Which of course God is.
The New York Times reports on a return of etiquette by the younger generation sick of snark, irony and rudeness:
Lately Episcopalians have been the go to people for in-depth exploration of religion.
Following up on our story “Can we get some volunteers, please?”:
I love the picture Isaiah paints of God’s gracious presence. “When you turn to the right or when you turn to the left, your ears shall hear a word behind you, saying, ‘This is the way; walk in it.'” It really does happen like that.
…the event of the Cross is not an expiatory sacrifice demanded by an angry Father who sacrifices his son, but rather a voluntary and loving self-offering of Godself which resets and redeems the brokenness in the divine-human relationship,
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