Grace, powerful.
Who would have thought that spending an afternoon inside on such a beautiful November day would yield such results the following morning.
Putting my house in order. Dusting, yuck. Rearranging furniture, placing it so that I can work and see the outside and enjoy a fire at the same time. Stacking books in cases, adding more to that which will be sold or given away. Plants coming inside for the winter.
Readying for winter?
Came across Bishop Steven Charleston's book Hope As Old As Fire. An amazing man, God has loaned us, as the Bishop would say.
Today's reading for November 11 (12th is not included). The reason for Grace.
When I was a child I thought of God as an old man, seated on a throne, making marks by my name. When I was in my twenties, God was a comrade in the struggle, calling us into the streets to demand an end to war. In my thirties God began to morph into Spirit, a mystic force of truth. In my forties God matured, a houseolder of heaven. Through my fifties God was Grandmother, ancient shource of wisdom, constant source of healing. Now crossing over sixty, I just smile.
I have changed. God has not.
We see the God we are.
Such is the journey for me.
In my youth, I could not bear to think of God as a man, looking like my father, so God had no face. But the mark maker was always around.
In my twenties, God was struggling along side of me, trying to be all that I should be. Daughter,wife, woman, independent. Feeling the pull to the left surrounded by right.
God was Sybill.
I was a late bloomer with God as spirit. Though wanting to participate in Contemplative Prayer my mind could never quiet down, the result of being bi-polar.
I became inspired by the Celts. Nature is my nurture and God was always around me.
Transforming! The power of creating from blank canvas, the empty back yard. Sixty years later and I still get a buzz from the seasons.
So, as you re-read Steven's message, who is God for you, now in this time, in this place?
In this heart?
11/12/2012
10/29/2012
Day 1 5:40 PM
Kathryn just texted that her power is out. "let the fun begin."
I am luckier at this time.
So to make the time pass more quickly, I am watching Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter".
However, as I write the movie disappeared and CBS is showing Gov. Christie talking about all the power outages in NJ.
This bodes badly that that Comcast and the internet might disappear.
The trees are really boring and the winds are howling.
Be back later.
I hope.
I am luckier at this time.
So to make the time pass more quickly, I am watching Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter".
However, as I write the movie disappeared and CBS is showing Gov. Christie talking about all the power outages in NJ.
This bodes badly that that Comcast and the internet might disappear.
The trees are really boring and the winds are howling.
Be back later.
I hope.
Progressive Christianity
For the past decade, at least, I have realized that my take on being a Christian has not been the same as others. On Friday night, I was given the reason why.
I am a Progressive Christian.
I do not have the same view of being Christian as my mother did at the height of Main Line Christianity in 1954.
As a Progressive Christian, I am not concerned about what happens after death, but rather how to live a transformative life now. Intentionally living a spiritual life whose purpose is to be transformed now.
As a Progressive Christian, Jesus has more authority over my life than the Bible. The Bible which I interpret as historical and metaphorical. It is not the literal word of God and it is not valued over and above Jesus and what he taught.
As a Progressive Christian, there is no tension between Science and Christianity. Come on> Intelligent Design? The earth only 5,000 years old?
As a Progressive Christian I do not merely tolerate other religious traditions but embrace them not limiting God to only one tradition world wide.
As a Progressive Christian, I socially embrace inclusiveness.
As a Progressive Christian, I am not "belief-centered" nor "heaven-and-hell" centered.
So, now all of you that are family and friends, you now know why I went to Sudan, why I would go back, why I am involved in AFRECS and in Reach Academy for Girls.
Jesus said to help the homeless, hungry and those in prison. To do to the least of these, you have done it to him.
Very, very simple.
I am a Progressive Christian.
I do not have the same view of being Christian as my mother did at the height of Main Line Christianity in 1954.
As a Progressive Christian, I am not concerned about what happens after death, but rather how to live a transformative life now. Intentionally living a spiritual life whose purpose is to be transformed now.
As a Progressive Christian, Jesus has more authority over my life than the Bible. The Bible which I interpret as historical and metaphorical. It is not the literal word of God and it is not valued over and above Jesus and what he taught.
As a Progressive Christian, there is no tension between Science and Christianity. Come on> Intelligent Design? The earth only 5,000 years old?
As a Progressive Christian I do not merely tolerate other religious traditions but embrace them not limiting God to only one tradition world wide.
As a Progressive Christian, I socially embrace inclusiveness.
As a Progressive Christian, I am not "belief-centered" nor "heaven-and-hell" centered.
So, now all of you that are family and friends, you now know why I went to Sudan, why I would go back, why I am involved in AFRECS and in Reach Academy for Girls.
Jesus said to help the homeless, hungry and those in prison. To do to the least of these, you have done it to him.
Very, very simple.
Day 1 2:30 PM
Well, I have just initiated a little test.
At the Diocese of Delaware we have recently decided to utilize ACS in the Clouds or ACS On Demand. ACS, Automated Church Systems, has been utilized for accounting since April 1994.
After some of the major hurricanes that affected all along the Gulf Coast, our insurance company, Church Insurance, suggested that disaster plans be put into effect. The first part of that was the accounting system.
About a week ago, we lost power in the offer until around 1:30 PM. The thought of moving over to Trinity Parish to log in utilizing their WIFI was not met with smiles. However, it was determined that we should go over during a non-crisis to try out the system.
Well, we did not have enough time for that. So, I decided I would try it today.
It was widely thought that we would just need the internet access to log on.
Nope.
Today, I found ACS on Demand and quickly discovered that it was not so. I needed to download a program onto my laptop.
I have successfully downloaded and then access the system.
And, personally, I went into the clouds in August so that everything is saved up there.
I am grateful to have been pointed into the clouds.
Now, back to the weather channel.
Stay safe all my friends along the shore and into the Marsh Lands in Delaware.
Stay safe, Kathryn and Nick and family.
I love you.
At the Diocese of Delaware we have recently decided to utilize ACS in the Clouds or ACS On Demand. ACS, Automated Church Systems, has been utilized for accounting since April 1994.
After some of the major hurricanes that affected all along the Gulf Coast, our insurance company, Church Insurance, suggested that disaster plans be put into effect. The first part of that was the accounting system.
About a week ago, we lost power in the offer until around 1:30 PM. The thought of moving over to Trinity Parish to log in utilizing their WIFI was not met with smiles. However, it was determined that we should go over during a non-crisis to try out the system.
Well, we did not have enough time for that. So, I decided I would try it today.
It was widely thought that we would just need the internet access to log on.
Nope.
Today, I found ACS on Demand and quickly discovered that it was not so. I needed to download a program onto my laptop.
I have successfully downloaded and then access the system.
And, personally, I went into the clouds in August so that everything is saved up there.
I am grateful to have been pointed into the clouds.
Now, back to the weather channel.
Stay safe all my friends along the shore and into the Marsh Lands in Delaware.
Stay safe, Kathryn and Nick and family.
I love you.
Day 1 of Sandy at 1 PM
Well, this reminds me a lot of the possibility of no electricity while in Sudan and to rely on the blog to keep people knowing that I am safe and hanging in there.
It has been raining all day. I went out driving in Tweety around 8:30 AM scouting an open Starbucks to hang out and read within community. No such luck. However, Dunkin Donuts was open so I sat with iced coffee and did some reading. I headed home around 9:45 AM and have been home since then.
It is now steadily blowing and gusting to around 45 mph. Since our power lines are underground in my neighborhood, any falling trees will not impact that. However, this is true for only new neighborhoods. The older established neighborhoods in and around wilmington, that is not true.
My bedroom front windows face north so the blowing will be coming from that direction until the early morning when it will switch to SSE.
I will keep everyone posted.
Stay safe friends.
It has been raining all day. I went out driving in Tweety around 8:30 AM scouting an open Starbucks to hang out and read within community. No such luck. However, Dunkin Donuts was open so I sat with iced coffee and did some reading. I headed home around 9:45 AM and have been home since then.
It is now steadily blowing and gusting to around 45 mph. Since our power lines are underground in my neighborhood, any falling trees will not impact that. However, this is true for only new neighborhoods. The older established neighborhoods in and around wilmington, that is not true.
My bedroom front windows face north so the blowing will be coming from that direction until the early morning when it will switch to SSE.
I will keep everyone posted.
Stay safe friends.
9/23/2012
Prayers of the People 9/23/12
We gather in prayer, offering our thanks to God whoe trnsforming love sets our herts on the pth to everlasting joy.
In thanksgiving for the peacemakers, especially Barack our President, who sow seeds of reconciliation throughout the world, and who waits with faithful patience for the harvest to appear.
We pray that we may embrace our children with God's unconditional love, and receive tfrom them the freshness of word and spirit that enlivens the community of faith.
That our seminaries may prosper as they begin a new year of forming priests, religious educators, missionaries, and evangelists.
That a spirit of simplicity may prevail throughout our culture, leading to changes in our use of financial resources, the purchase of goods and services, and a responsible use of natural resources.
That we may put aside actions that speak of evny and self ambition and embrace virtues that honor the presence of God in every person.
That the eternal Christ will welcome into the arms of his mercy all who have died unloved and un-mourned, without family and friends.
For this we pray.
Hear us, O Spirit of Truth.
In thanksgiving for the peacemakers, especially Barack our President, who sow seeds of reconciliation throughout the world, and who waits with faithful patience for the harvest to appear.
We pray that we may embrace our children with God's unconditional love, and receive tfrom them the freshness of word and spirit that enlivens the community of faith.
That our seminaries may prosper as they begin a new year of forming priests, religious educators, missionaries, and evangelists.
That a spirit of simplicity may prevail throughout our culture, leading to changes in our use of financial resources, the purchase of goods and services, and a responsible use of natural resources.
That we may put aside actions that speak of evny and self ambition and embrace virtues that honor the presence of God in every person.
That the eternal Christ will welcome into the arms of his mercy all who have died unloved and un-mourned, without family and friends.
For this we pray.
Hear us, O Spirit of Truth.
8/13/2012
Where Have I Been?
When you are working on the communication budget for the diocese and your blog is linked and you see that the last time I wrote was in June - where have I been?
Well, some of the time I have been ignoring my laptop at home. I hate the keyboard and so I stopped writing.
I did not stop noticing phrases, or songs, or sermons, or people. I wrote them down with the greatest intentions about being faithful.
However, I really hate that keyboard.
More times than not, I would have written a great deal, hit the enter key and my pinkie really hit the back arrow key.
Argh! as Linus used to say.
Imagine my surprise as I was gripping that I could actually buy another key board and use it with my lap top.
What?
Where has my mind been not to have thought of that myself?
Well, it has been involved with my daughter living in New Jersey, and dating a wonderful young man by the name of Nick.
I have been working with the Reach Academy for Girls plant expansion.
I have been working with Sts. Andrew and Matthew on welcoming some folks from The Cathedral Church of St. John.
I have been gardening, and more gardening.
I have been relaxing in the pool.
I have been reading.
I have attended the wedding of my dear friends Lloyd and DL.
I have been hanging around work a lot.
So no more excuses. It is August.
I better find the time between visiting my daughter, the pool, the garden, work, Reach and work to communicate a little bit better.
Well, some of the time I have been ignoring my laptop at home. I hate the keyboard and so I stopped writing.
I did not stop noticing phrases, or songs, or sermons, or people. I wrote them down with the greatest intentions about being faithful.
However, I really hate that keyboard.
More times than not, I would have written a great deal, hit the enter key and my pinkie really hit the back arrow key.
Argh! as Linus used to say.
Imagine my surprise as I was gripping that I could actually buy another key board and use it with my lap top.
What?
Where has my mind been not to have thought of that myself?
Well, it has been involved with my daughter living in New Jersey, and dating a wonderful young man by the name of Nick.
I have been working with the Reach Academy for Girls plant expansion.
I have been working with Sts. Andrew and Matthew on welcoming some folks from The Cathedral Church of St. John.
I have been gardening, and more gardening.
I have been relaxing in the pool.
I have been reading.
I have attended the wedding of my dear friends Lloyd and DL.
I have been hanging around work a lot.
So no more excuses. It is August.
I better find the time between visiting my daughter, the pool, the garden, work, Reach and work to communicate a little bit better.
6/17/2012
I knew that
This morning was not what had been planned. Get up somewhat early, clean the pool, go to church and then pick up Cynde's monitor at Best Buy. However, last evening after the performance of Opus One Jazz ensemble benefit for Friendship House at Trinity Parish, my engine warning light came on. Well that was what changed my plans for Sunday morning.
A little before 9 AM I packed up a book, iced coffee and headed to Pep Boys. Optimistically I had dressed for church from the waist up and threw the skirt into my bag. However, it took and hour and 15 minutes which meant I missed church.
Next stop, home to drop off the skirt, and head to the mall, to replace my wonderful Walking Store Sudan sandals. Back home, cut the grass, sit in the pool and to inside. Way too cool today for the pool.
Yankees started playing at 1:30 pm. However, I am a fickled game watching. I have to have something else to watch. Today that was the movie What the Bleep Do We Know!? (also written What tнē #$*! D̄ө ωΣ (k)πow!? and What the #$*! Do We Know!?) starring Marlee Maitlin. A 2004 film that combines documentary-style interviews, computer-animated graphics, and a narrative that posits a spiritual connection between quantum physics and consciousness. The plot follows the story of a photographer as she encounters emotional and existential obstacles in her life and begins to consider the idea that individual and group consciousness can influence the material world. Her experiences are offered by the filmmakers to illustrate the movie's thesis about quantum physics and consciousness.
To say that this is weird is an understatement, except that there was a part that spoke about all the wonderful things that God puts before us that if we notice leads to a wonderful growing of our soul.
After watching the Yankees win, listen Philly they are doing the best to help you by beating the Nationals, I decided to go get something to eat. Whatever place I picked would provide me with lunch tomorrow.
Met Eric, a 45 year-old with 5 girls. He was waiting at the bar for their reservation and they were shopping until called. What great conversation. And, because I was talking I had lots of food left for tomorrow. Sitting there sharing conversation and laughs I realized how blessed I am with the gift of gab. I am so my mother's daughter and my grandmother's grand-daughter. And, I smiled when I realized my daughter is the same.
Walking to the a car that makes me smile each time I look at it, holding an Olive Garden bag with the leftovers, in my new sandals and a pant suit that has not fit for two years, the blessings rippled over me.
So it was the blessings that had me handing over these leftovers to a homeless man at the light. Why did this make me want to weep? And why is this becoming habit with me.
A habit I was not aware of until tonight.
I did not know that.
A little before 9 AM I packed up a book, iced coffee and headed to Pep Boys. Optimistically I had dressed for church from the waist up and threw the skirt into my bag. However, it took and hour and 15 minutes which meant I missed church.
Next stop, home to drop off the skirt, and head to the mall, to replace my wonderful Walking Store Sudan sandals. Back home, cut the grass, sit in the pool and to inside. Way too cool today for the pool.
Yankees started playing at 1:30 pm. However, I am a fickled game watching. I have to have something else to watch. Today that was the movie What the Bleep Do We Know!? (also written What tнē #$*! D̄ө ωΣ (k)πow!? and What the #$*! Do We Know!?) starring Marlee Maitlin. A 2004 film that combines documentary-style interviews, computer-animated graphics, and a narrative that posits a spiritual connection between quantum physics and consciousness. The plot follows the story of a photographer as she encounters emotional and existential obstacles in her life and begins to consider the idea that individual and group consciousness can influence the material world. Her experiences are offered by the filmmakers to illustrate the movie's thesis about quantum physics and consciousness.
To say that this is weird is an understatement, except that there was a part that spoke about all the wonderful things that God puts before us that if we notice leads to a wonderful growing of our soul.
After watching the Yankees win, listen Philly they are doing the best to help you by beating the Nationals, I decided to go get something to eat. Whatever place I picked would provide me with lunch tomorrow.
Met Eric, a 45 year-old with 5 girls. He was waiting at the bar for their reservation and they were shopping until called. What great conversation. And, because I was talking I had lots of food left for tomorrow. Sitting there sharing conversation and laughs I realized how blessed I am with the gift of gab. I am so my mother's daughter and my grandmother's grand-daughter. And, I smiled when I realized my daughter is the same.
Walking to the a car that makes me smile each time I look at it, holding an Olive Garden bag with the leftovers, in my new sandals and a pant suit that has not fit for two years, the blessings rippled over me.
So it was the blessings that had me handing over these leftovers to a homeless man at the light. Why did this make me want to weep? And why is this becoming habit with me.
A habit I was not aware of until tonight.
I did not know that.
5/28/2012
Memorial Day 2012
At 7 AM on my way to Dunkin Donuts and then to Shop Rite, I was listening to NPR interview a mother from Cherry Hill, NJ about the loss of her eldest son, a 19 year-old Marine, in combat in Afganistan.Crier that I am, by the end of the interview, I am sitting in my car sobbing for her and the rest of us as she recounts her story, his story. I think about my Uncle John, an ex-Marine, and Andrea and their son Jeffrey, another Marine.
The next story was about President Obama laying a wreath at the Vietnam Veterans Memorial to mark the 50th Anniversary of the United States entry in what we call the Vietnam War. I was 11. That war shaped who I am today as much as anything else.
It has formed my aversion to combat as a solution, of political expediency, right or wrong, expediency that shifts over time.
That memory takes me to the Rev. James Lewis, another ex-Marine, who is never on the side of war. A man who puts what he believes in out there for all to see, cheer or jeer. And the wonderful woman, Judy, that is by his side always.
The year 2025 will mark the 50th Anniversary of the end of the Vietnam War.
I think today, and am thankful for, all the men and women who have answered the call of their governments. Thankful for those that have returned, and those that have not.
I am saddened to think and visualize all the Flander's Fields there are around the globe.
May we all be spurred to action to support those that return.
And, by the Mercy of God may those that have not rest in Peace.
5/11/2012
Why I do and You should Work for the Episcopal Church
My friend recently returned from the B+E+S+T conference in upstate New York. B+E+S+T stands for Bishop's Executive Secretaries Together and it is 25 Years Young this year. She passed along to a few of us the homily that Bishop Wolfe, Vice-President of the House of Bishops, gave.
After reading it, I decided that it was G+R+E+A+T and that the section of why someone should work for the Episcopal Church was so spot on that I am sharing it with you.
"Now let me begin by saying at the outset that there are many other wonderful traditions within
Christianity, and I’m well aware of the many imperfections that exist within our own branch of
the Christian church. I know not all of you here are members of the Episcopal Church, and the
Episcopal Church has richly benefited from a variety of people who come from different
religious traditions (and sometimes no religious tradition.). But a lot has been said and written in
recent years about our denomination, and I thought I might try to set the record straight.
• You should work for The Episcopal Church if you believe men and women are
fundamentally equal in the sight of God, and that women as well as men should be able to
serve in every office in the Church. In the Episcopal Church there are women who are
acolytes, women vestry members, women senior and junior wardens, women deacons,
woman priests, woman bishops and even a woman Presiding Bishop! I am a man who
believes this is not only a very good thing, but I believe it is a genuine glimpse into the
Kingdom of God, where men and women have equal access to the glory and the love of
God.
• You should work for The Episcopal Church if you believe age, race, sexual orientation or
disability shouldn’t keep anyone from having an equal place in the House of God. This
policy of inclusion has created tensions in our fellowship, and those tensions will not
evaporate any time soon, but I believe the positions we have taken in these matters will,with the benefit of history, make us look as though we were guided by the Holy Spirit in
our time.
• You should work for The Episcopal Church if you believe in the power of both the Word
of God preached and in the Presence of God as revealed through the sacraments. If you
find solace and strength in hearing God’s word preached with power and in receiving the
Body and Blood of Christ on a regular basis, you’ve come to the right place.
• You should work for The Episcopal Church if you believe that the glory of God can be
revealed through beautiful architecture, beautiful music, beautiful liturgy, beautiful art
and beautiful literature. Episcopalians believe God is fully revealed in the midst of such
beauty, and we seek to support and value the aesthetic in all of life.
• You should work for The Episcopal Church if you think churches should be built around
the worship of God and not around the charisma of any one clergy person. Robert
Schuller was an incredibly gifted orator, but his great Crystal Cathedral is now on its way
to becoming home to a Roman Catholic diocese looking for bargain real estate in
southern California. Our ecclesiology makes it difficult, though as we know all too well
not impossible, for charismatic clergy to lead parishes into unhealthy relationships with
them. In The Episcopal Church it is always God, and not the clergy, who remains the
center of our focus.
• You should work for the Episcopal Church if you believe frightening imperfect
Christians with the fiery flames of hell or with crushing, unrelenting guilt is not only
unbiblical, but unchristian. This is a church where the grace of God trumps the wrath of
God, and this is a church where God’s love has the power to redeem any and every one.
A God who can forgive your deepest and most haunting sins may be a God who is loving
and powerful enough to forgive mine. The Episcopal Church attempts to posit itself midway
between “an acrid orthodoxy and an arid liberalism,” and we try to maintain this “via
media,” this “middle road,” in almost everything we do."
Thanks be to God.
Amen and Amen.
After reading it, I decided that it was G+R+E+A+T and that the section of why someone should work for the Episcopal Church was so spot on that I am sharing it with you.
"Now let me begin by saying at the outset that there are many other wonderful traditions within
Christianity, and I’m well aware of the many imperfections that exist within our own branch of
the Christian church. I know not all of you here are members of the Episcopal Church, and the
Episcopal Church has richly benefited from a variety of people who come from different
religious traditions (and sometimes no religious tradition.). But a lot has been said and written in
recent years about our denomination, and I thought I might try to set the record straight.
• You should work for The Episcopal Church if you believe men and women are
fundamentally equal in the sight of God, and that women as well as men should be able to
serve in every office in the Church. In the Episcopal Church there are women who are
acolytes, women vestry members, women senior and junior wardens, women deacons,
woman priests, woman bishops and even a woman Presiding Bishop! I am a man who
believes this is not only a very good thing, but I believe it is a genuine glimpse into the
Kingdom of God, where men and women have equal access to the glory and the love of
God.
• You should work for The Episcopal Church if you believe age, race, sexual orientation or
disability shouldn’t keep anyone from having an equal place in the House of God. This
policy of inclusion has created tensions in our fellowship, and those tensions will not
evaporate any time soon, but I believe the positions we have taken in these matters will,with the benefit of history, make us look as though we were guided by the Holy Spirit in
our time.
• You should work for The Episcopal Church if you believe in the power of both the Word
of God preached and in the Presence of God as revealed through the sacraments. If you
find solace and strength in hearing God’s word preached with power and in receiving the
Body and Blood of Christ on a regular basis, you’ve come to the right place.
• You should work for The Episcopal Church if you believe that the glory of God can be
revealed through beautiful architecture, beautiful music, beautiful liturgy, beautiful art
and beautiful literature. Episcopalians believe God is fully revealed in the midst of such
beauty, and we seek to support and value the aesthetic in all of life.
• You should work for The Episcopal Church if you think churches should be built around
the worship of God and not around the charisma of any one clergy person. Robert
Schuller was an incredibly gifted orator, but his great Crystal Cathedral is now on its way
to becoming home to a Roman Catholic diocese looking for bargain real estate in
southern California. Our ecclesiology makes it difficult, though as we know all too well
not impossible, for charismatic clergy to lead parishes into unhealthy relationships with
them. In The Episcopal Church it is always God, and not the clergy, who remains the
center of our focus.
• You should work for the Episcopal Church if you believe frightening imperfect
Christians with the fiery flames of hell or with crushing, unrelenting guilt is not only
unbiblical, but unchristian. This is a church where the grace of God trumps the wrath of
God, and this is a church where God’s love has the power to redeem any and every one.
A God who can forgive your deepest and most haunting sins may be a God who is loving
and powerful enough to forgive mine. The Episcopal Church attempts to posit itself midway
between “an acrid orthodoxy and an arid liberalism,” and we try to maintain this “via
media,” this “middle road,” in almost everything we do."
Thanks be to God.
Amen and Amen.
4/22/2012
Couldn't you have told me that before
Saturday, a beautiful morning as I head down to St. Paul's in Georgetown for the Celebration of New Ministry for the people of St. Paul's. The Rev. Joe Rushton has joined them. Wonderful service and I met Evan, Joe's dog, who truly has the run of the place all the time.
Connected with friends and family as I traveled. I used to talk all the time with Amy, my friend who passed away in June 2008.
At the reception, I spoke with folks from Primeros Pasos and The Way Home. Re-acquainted myself with friends I had not seen in a while. And, I met one of the newest priests to the Diocese, Donna Jeanne, who started at St. Peter's in Smyrna.
Leaving St. Paul's the weather was still beautiful, the promised rain not arrived. Fastening my seat belt I pulled away from the curb and instantly recognized the sound of a flat. On the right front, the same right front I had hit the curb with when I arrived. Argh.
That goodness for AAA. I am well passed the age of feeling that I had to prove that I too could change my tire. Nope,rather I put on the flashers, turned on the radio, rolled down the windows and waited.
Thirty minutes later I was on the road with my donut on the front and a speed limit of 55 mph. Yikes that hurts worse that traveling with a donut tire.
Though Georgetown is sizable, a Pep Boys is not around. So on the way home I dropped into the Dover Pep Boys. Not much to do in this all male habitation. Wandered around, found a tweety-bird key chain, then went to the waiting room to read. Not much there either. Men's Health Magazine. Great stuff. Learned a lot about how men view women, etc. However, in an article that talked about weight loss, one of the biggest mistakes a person can make is to announce to his friends and family that they are embarking on a new weight loss program.
Now they tell me.
To do so fills someone with a sense of accomplishment towards weight loss when nothing has occurred.
So, the universe had to provide me with a flat tire so send me to Pep Boy's to read a Man's magazine to learn I had made a mistake.
What, couldn't there have been an easier way to learn this?
Connected with friends and family as I traveled. I used to talk all the time with Amy, my friend who passed away in June 2008.
At the reception, I spoke with folks from Primeros Pasos and The Way Home. Re-acquainted myself with friends I had not seen in a while. And, I met one of the newest priests to the Diocese, Donna Jeanne, who started at St. Peter's in Smyrna.
Leaving St. Paul's the weather was still beautiful, the promised rain not arrived. Fastening my seat belt I pulled away from the curb and instantly recognized the sound of a flat. On the right front, the same right front I had hit the curb with when I arrived. Argh.
That goodness for AAA. I am well passed the age of feeling that I had to prove that I too could change my tire. Nope,rather I put on the flashers, turned on the radio, rolled down the windows and waited.
Thirty minutes later I was on the road with my donut on the front and a speed limit of 55 mph. Yikes that hurts worse that traveling with a donut tire.
Though Georgetown is sizable, a Pep Boys is not around. So on the way home I dropped into the Dover Pep Boys. Not much to do in this all male habitation. Wandered around, found a tweety-bird key chain, then went to the waiting room to read. Not much there either. Men's Health Magazine. Great stuff. Learned a lot about how men view women, etc. However, in an article that talked about weight loss, one of the biggest mistakes a person can make is to announce to his friends and family that they are embarking on a new weight loss program.
Now they tell me.
To do so fills someone with a sense of accomplishment towards weight loss when nothing has occurred.
So, the universe had to provide me with a flat tire so send me to Pep Boy's to read a Man's magazine to learn I had made a mistake.
What, couldn't there have been an easier way to learn this?
4/04/2012
Color Coordinated Eating
Well I have kept my promise to keep moving. Yesterday I worked outside on the front gardens for an hour until almost dark.
Now that work has ended and I am waiting to attend a 7 PM service, I have switched clothes and will pull out the bands around 5:30.
And, I am eating by colors. Eat as many colors during the day as possible. Therefore, having three bean salad with corn for dinner followed by fruit is a no brainer. And, let's not forget pumpkin soup with brown rice from LeShio in the Fairfax Shopping Center.
Today, I brought Kale to work. Judy, my co-worker, taught me how to cook it. Three of us ate a bowl and it was good and easy. However, it is a lot of fun slicing and dicing with someone else around. So I have had green, red, brown (?peanut butter), brown (raisins), peach and I am well on my way. This is how people should be taught to eat. Notice no white anywhere.
I am still grappling with the question about buying a scale. Taking measurements was no big deal. However, the number at my feet still makes me cringe.
And, I have to admit I have discovered that biting into a Gala apple each day at 4:30 is a delight. Whether stuck in traffic or at the desk, the sound of my the biting is wonderful. So does my delight come from the taste moving towards my brain or the fact that it feels good to eat right?
Now that work has ended and I am waiting to attend a 7 PM service, I have switched clothes and will pull out the bands around 5:30.
And, I am eating by colors. Eat as many colors during the day as possible. Therefore, having three bean salad with corn for dinner followed by fruit is a no brainer. And, let's not forget pumpkin soup with brown rice from LeShio in the Fairfax Shopping Center.
Today, I brought Kale to work. Judy, my co-worker, taught me how to cook it. Three of us ate a bowl and it was good and easy. However, it is a lot of fun slicing and dicing with someone else around. So I have had green, red, brown (?peanut butter), brown (raisins), peach and I am well on my way. This is how people should be taught to eat. Notice no white anywhere.
I am still grappling with the question about buying a scale. Taking measurements was no big deal. However, the number at my feet still makes me cringe.
And, I have to admit I have discovered that biting into a Gala apple each day at 4:30 is a delight. Whether stuck in traffic or at the desk, the sound of my the biting is wonderful. So does my delight come from the taste moving towards my brain or the fact that it feels good to eat right?
4/02/2012
A good start
OK, it is day one for you but day eight for me.
Yesterday, Sunday, was a day of working in the house something, washing and ironing,things I so enjoy doing. :) However, it produced a sweat that I was thankful for.
This morning, I have completed the five minute workout by 5:50 AM. Two of the cats sitting in various places in the bedroom watching me pull the bands. The third was striking at the other band that was moving and striking the door.
Then downstairs to feed the cats and make breakfast. Yogurt, strawberries and granola. I try to get protein each time.
So, I feel good and ready for the first day of Holy Week.
Yesterday, Sunday, was a day of working in the house something, washing and ironing,things I so enjoy doing. :) However, it produced a sweat that I was thankful for.
This morning, I have completed the five minute workout by 5:50 AM. Two of the cats sitting in various places in the bedroom watching me pull the bands. The third was striking at the other band that was moving and striking the door.
Then downstairs to feed the cats and make breakfast. Yogurt, strawberries and granola. I try to get protein each time.
So, I feel good and ready for the first day of Holy Week.
It is called Fear
It’s only fear.
Two weeks ago I attended the Well to Serve, Well to Lead
conference run by The Medical Trust/Church Pension Group and held at the Kanuga
Conference Center in Harrisonville, NC, just outside of Asheville. That conference has the potential to change
my life, provided I push aside the fear and make it known.
I need to tell you that when the dress code for the
conference was revealed, workout clothes, T-shirts, jeans, I was dubious. What?
I had been to conferences run by The Medical Trust in NYC, and business
professional was the dress code. So, of
course I took other clothes, thinking that my good friends were trying to “trick”. Well, they were not.
The entire conference was dedicated to wellness, lots of lay
and clergy employees who dedicate their lives to providing care for all our
church employees. And here were people
that wanted to take care of me! Yoga, walking, meditation, good food.
It has been quite a while since anyone wanted to take care
of me. At 60, I have been living essentially
alone for about 6 years. Self-sufficient. And, to be honest, I do not like to accept
or ask for help. However, that is
changing now.
At the conference, there were amazing speakers and
information. However, the person who
stood out for me was Peter K. Peter K and Peter K Fitness has been working with The Church
Pension Fund for years. However,
I had not had the opportunity to see him in person.
So, I have started Peter’s 5 Minutes to Fitness Program and
Nutrition Program. It involves the use
of “bands” to start with a five minute routine to build up muscle and therefore
to lose weight quicker.
My goal is to “move” more and more each day, rotating some
type of physical exercise with the bands or in addition to the bands.
My fear was to admit to others that I was attempting
this. So, for two weeks I told only a
few close friends. Not family. That is the biggest fear. Letting family and friends and myself down.
So, I plan to write about this journey, as I did Sudan,
asking for encouragement and accountability.
From all of you.
3/11/2012
I Can't Get There From Here
Well this trip is off a really, really bad start at Philadelphia airport. And, it has nothing to do with the clocks
moving ahead one hour.
My travel voucher gave me a United Flight Number. So arriving at the airport I pull into
garage D, quickly found a parking space and move into the very short security check-in
line. When I get to the FSA person, I am told that I do not have a
boarding pass. I need to leave the line
and go to US Airways. US
Airways is the carrier operating the
United Airlines flight. And they are Terminal C.
Lord help me.
So, I dutifully leave terminal D by exiting and walking over
in the brisk air into Terminal C. I
check in and discover that I will have to go to Terminal A for the actual flight. Gate 22 to be precise. And, the woman behind the counter tells me to
utilize one of the moving vehicles the rest of the way. It is almost at the end of the airport, where
the international flights leave from.
So, let me repeat.
I am parked in Terminal D parking and am leaving from
Terminal A.
Now you might think that this means maybe I should have had
someone drive me to the airport. It would not have mattered. I still would have headed upstairs to the
Terminal D United check in and been in the same situation. The walk across the concourse was the easiest
and fastest part of the morning.
Now, I am sitting and writing this while waiting for takeoff . There is no one else in my row, so I am
spreading out.
OH, I forgot. I
usually travel Southwest. You k now, no
baggage charge (US Airways is $25) and you seat by number and pick your seat.
So trainable am I that I utilize the first open compartment
space near an aisle seat and sit down.
Did I forget to mention that there are assigned seats? So up I go and find my seat 6 rows back.
So spoiled am I that I now am cringing about my return trip
via Piedmont and Continental. What
nightmares will I have about marching around between terminals.
So Gary, you asked me to come back rejuvenated and
inspired.
My inspiration is to drive or take the train.
Kathryn, I know that you are laughing at your Mother.
Oh, now they charge for any snacks. You gotta love flying US Airways. Thank goodness for my granola bar.
3/10/2012
Sometimes Time Marches Too Quickly
This is the first time that I have gone to my blog to write in a long time. So, I am now encountering new changes that Google has made to Blogger. I probably will be spending time understanding what they are and how it will affect habits formed since 2008.
And, the new "simple" privacy policy?
The past couple of months life has been hectic but rewarding. Lots of things going on around me. In February, the Diocese of Delaware held it's 227th Convention in Dover. This event, the auditors and other pressing work had left me brain dead, figuratively and literally. So, I followed that event with 10 days of visiting family and friends in Florida, staying on both coasts and enjoying great weather. I am determined to make this an annual two week trip for the next couple of years.
Prior to leaving on vacation, The Rev. Canon Simon Mein passed away from complications from injuries received in a car accident returning home after convention. Simon was a friend, colleague and mentor for the 17+ years that I knew him. He and his wife Nan shared many conversations, though not as many as I now wish. In fact, it is Simon's blog Simon Surmises that has a place on the Source of the River. Sooner or later, I will have to remove this link, but I am not in a hurry to do so. Simon's Memorial Service was held in the chapel at St. Andrew's School while I was away. Headmaster Tad Roach's memorial can be found under the chapel tab.
While I was away, the Rev. Jeanne Linderman passed away. Another friend and colleague that I have also known for as long as I have worked in the Bishop's office. Her obituary in the Wilmington News Journal and the eulogy by The Rev. Canon Lloyd Casson are recommended reading. Jeanne's work as the first female priest ordained in Delaware, her social justice work as a lay woman at St. Andrew's, the major role she played as a bridge in the coming together of the folks from St. Matthew's and St. Andrew's and the mother of six are just a few of the major accomplishments of this woman. I was lucky to have known her.
I also attended the Memorial Service of my former boss, friend and colleague Chuck Elter. The years I spent at McBride, Shopa and Co as a CPA were made the better by knowing Chuck and I will miss him. It was bitter sweet to come together with old friends and reminisce about those days.
A week ago, I attended the Order for the Burial of the Dead for Anne Eldredge Harris, the mother of The Rev. Canon Mark Harris. Mark, for those of you following my journey the past several years, was one of my three wise men who persuaded me that I should go to Sudan and work for The Episcopal Church of Sudan. I never met Anne, a former practicing doctor, though Mark spoke of her often, of her art work and her poetry. Her service was wonderful. What I learned about Anne's computer generated artwork can be found at her website The Computer Generated Artwork of Anne Eldredge Harris. Please visit because you can not fully understand without going on line. What is more, is it began after Anne came to like at Cokesbury Village over 25 years ago. Both her professions of doctor and artist were well known at the Baylor College of Medicine. Imagine a life where re-incarnation is possible while still living!
So, with all of that I am looking forward to a mini-working retreat at The Kanuga Conference center in Hendersonville, NC outside of Asheville, NC.
And, the new "simple" privacy policy?
The past couple of months life has been hectic but rewarding. Lots of things going on around me. In February, the Diocese of Delaware held it's 227th Convention in Dover. This event, the auditors and other pressing work had left me brain dead, figuratively and literally. So, I followed that event with 10 days of visiting family and friends in Florida, staying on both coasts and enjoying great weather. I am determined to make this an annual two week trip for the next couple of years.
Prior to leaving on vacation, The Rev. Canon Simon Mein passed away from complications from injuries received in a car accident returning home after convention. Simon was a friend, colleague and mentor for the 17+ years that I knew him. He and his wife Nan shared many conversations, though not as many as I now wish. In fact, it is Simon's blog Simon Surmises that has a place on the Source of the River. Sooner or later, I will have to remove this link, but I am not in a hurry to do so. Simon's Memorial Service was held in the chapel at St. Andrew's School while I was away. Headmaster Tad Roach's memorial can be found under the chapel tab.
While I was away, the Rev. Jeanne Linderman passed away. Another friend and colleague that I have also known for as long as I have worked in the Bishop's office. Her obituary in the Wilmington News Journal and the eulogy by The Rev. Canon Lloyd Casson are recommended reading. Jeanne's work as the first female priest ordained in Delaware, her social justice work as a lay woman at St. Andrew's, the major role she played as a bridge in the coming together of the folks from St. Matthew's and St. Andrew's and the mother of six are just a few of the major accomplishments of this woman. I was lucky to have known her.
I also attended the Memorial Service of my former boss, friend and colleague Chuck Elter. The years I spent at McBride, Shopa and Co as a CPA were made the better by knowing Chuck and I will miss him. It was bitter sweet to come together with old friends and reminisce about those days.
A week ago, I attended the Order for the Burial of the Dead for Anne Eldredge Harris, the mother of The Rev. Canon Mark Harris. Mark, for those of you following my journey the past several years, was one of my three wise men who persuaded me that I should go to Sudan and work for The Episcopal Church of Sudan. I never met Anne, a former practicing doctor, though Mark spoke of her often, of her art work and her poetry. Her service was wonderful. What I learned about Anne's computer generated artwork can be found at her website The Computer Generated Artwork of Anne Eldredge Harris. Please visit because you can not fully understand without going on line. What is more, is it began after Anne came to like at Cokesbury Village over 25 years ago. Both her professions of doctor and artist were well known at the Baylor College of Medicine. Imagine a life where re-incarnation is possible while still living!
So, with all of that I am looking forward to a mini-working retreat at The Kanuga Conference center in Hendersonville, NC outside of Asheville, NC.
12/30/2011
What was I thinking?
I found myself back in my hometown again, dreaming of the house my father’s second wife lived in before she married him, a duplex, and the other half housing her sister’s family. There are many times that I end up at that house, rarely inside, but more often than not doing something with the yard. Last night it involved cutting the lawn while the house was being repainted maroon with white trim.
I usually find myself dreaming of my hometown, my home or the high school whenever I am stressed, or at a time of decision making. Why my mind settles there, I do not know. I am sure that Freud would have an opinion as to why I am never inside the house.
Two gentlemen were watching from the adjoining yard voicing lots of opinions on the grass cutter, me, and the painter. I remember magically see the house change to blue and white, immediately brightening the house and all around it. Color, or the lack of it, plays an important part of our lives.
I had spent part of the day trimming away the dead parts of plants in the garden. Perennials that will sprout again next spring and summer. When I look out the front window it is a different view now, not brown, but filled with ever green plants and shrubs which compete with all the vibrant colors of the spring and summer, always present but sometimes hidden.
Men voicing opinions are always around me. Lots of opinions, most of them I ignore, but some of them know me well, and those I keep with me. I am more inclined to listen to women, women who understand what is at the heart of a subject, if the soul might be wounded, if courage is needed.
So who or want is waiting for me to decide, to notice? How long will I gaze waiting for another sign? How might the universe choose to communicate?
Possibly by needing to replace a hard drive which temporarily forces me off the internet and back to quiet and the time needed to ponder.
12/27/2011
Movies to have your soul smiling and laughing
I have not been writing much lately, and I like to blame it on the fact that my keyboard hates my fingers. I can be typing along and the keyboard will make random keys stick or place the shift key where the enter should be. It is infuriating. So much so, I hate to use the damn thing.
However, there are times when I really want to share, to give in to the temptation and somehow manage to confuse the keyboard as to whose fingers are pounding away.
Before Christmas I came down with a cold that transformed itself into bronchitis. Sent home from work, twice, I finally went to the doctor, received "drugs" and was told to rest, sleep, drink fluids and get well. Oh, and to have a Merry Christmas. :)
What is one to do when confined to bed, alone?
Netflix and On Demand Movies, life savers they truly were. And my taste is all over the map. Just think 24 hours a day of not sleeping due to coughing and hacking.
It seems like I watched hundreds these past ten days. And considering the plethora of holiday and Christmas movies, etc. it was amazing that I could find anything else. Some movies I have watched twice: Stage Beauty, Bran Nue Dae, Legion, The Mechanic, Lars and the Real Girl, Cedar Rapids, Hereafter, The Young Victoria, What Doesn't Kill You, and the Dr. Who Christmas Special - The Doctor, the Widow and the Wardrobe.
Some it pained to watch once due to the raw emotions on the screen ; The Road, Edge of Darkness.
My two favorite during this period had to do with transformational love in two different settings. Check out Joshua and Nativity!
Finally, Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.
However, there are times when I really want to share, to give in to the temptation and somehow manage to confuse the keyboard as to whose fingers are pounding away.
Before Christmas I came down with a cold that transformed itself into bronchitis. Sent home from work, twice, I finally went to the doctor, received "drugs" and was told to rest, sleep, drink fluids and get well. Oh, and to have a Merry Christmas. :)
What is one to do when confined to bed, alone?
Netflix and On Demand Movies, life savers they truly were. And my taste is all over the map. Just think 24 hours a day of not sleeping due to coughing and hacking.
It seems like I watched hundreds these past ten days. And considering the plethora of holiday and Christmas movies, etc. it was amazing that I could find anything else. Some movies I have watched twice: Stage Beauty, Bran Nue Dae, Legion, The Mechanic, Lars and the Real Girl, Cedar Rapids, Hereafter, The Young Victoria, What Doesn't Kill You, and the Dr. Who Christmas Special - The Doctor, the Widow and the Wardrobe.
Some it pained to watch once due to the raw emotions on the screen ; The Road, Edge of Darkness.
My two favorite during this period had to do with transformational love in two different settings. Check out Joshua and Nativity!
Finally, Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.
10/16/2011
Season of Creation
Each Fall the Episcopal Church ofSts. Andrew and Matthew (SsAM) in Wilmington, DE celebrates with services entitled Season of Creation. The Season of Creation liturgies focus on biodiversity, land, water, climate change, need not greed, and caring for God's creation. Join with us in praying that this resource may deepen our comprehension of God as Creator and broaden our understanding of our calling to be faithful stewards of creation.
Refashion our mind, O God, to a new way of thinking, that seeing the peril of our failure to halt the desecration of the planet and its creatures, we commit to the promise of life for all that lives.
Reconcile our hearts to one another across all boundaries, that human diversity may be experienced as enrichment, and differences honored as leading to wiser action.
Sensitize the governments of the world to the folly of violent conquest, that has led all of history's adventures in empire to ultimate decadence and demise. And teach all who aspire to leadership of nations the enduring wisdom of collaboration and servanthood.
Strenghten the movement for nonviolence that has emerged in our time, that human ingenuity may be turned to the preservation of the earth, and that our economies be reordered to the urgent needs of the human family.
Kindle in each of us a resolve to dismantle our own private arsenals of violence: our greed and thanklessness, our rage and grievances, our hatreds and all of our shifting of blame.
Enliven the faith communities of the world with a rebirth of welcome for all sorts and conditions of humanity, moving us to reorder our lives and our loves to such simplicity and goodwill as to preserve the each and make for peace.
Refashion our mind, O God, to a new way of thinking, that seeing the peril of our failure to halt the desecration of the planet and its creatures, we commit to the promise of life for all that lives.
Reconcile our hearts to one another across all boundaries, that human diversity may be experienced as enrichment, and differences honored as leading to wiser action.
Sensitize the governments of the world to the folly of violent conquest, that has led all of history's adventures in empire to ultimate decadence and demise. And teach all who aspire to leadership of nations the enduring wisdom of collaboration and servanthood.
Strenghten the movement for nonviolence that has emerged in our time, that human ingenuity may be turned to the preservation of the earth, and that our economies be reordered to the urgent needs of the human family.
Kindle in each of us a resolve to dismantle our own private arsenals of violence: our greed and thanklessness, our rage and grievances, our hatreds and all of our shifting of blame.
Enliven the faith communities of the world with a rebirth of welcome for all sorts and conditions of humanity, moving us to reorder our lives and our loves to such simplicity and goodwill as to preserve the each and make for peace.
9/07/2011
Paul, Martin and Peace
This is what Bishop Wayne P Wright has written in our weekly eblast newsletter this week.
This coming Sunday is September 11th– the tenth anniversary of a day that none of us will ever forget. For weeks, even months, we have been preparing. I am impressed by the many observances taking place in our churches and schools. They are obviously the fruit of much reflection, study, and prayer. Each carries the potential to invite healing, deepen faith, and strengthen love. Our hope is always that the future may learn from the past. Thank you.
I have been reading about the events happening this weekend at Trinity Church and St. Paul’s Chapel in lower Manhattan. Trinity is only a few hundred yards away from Ground Zero. St. Paul’s, just across the street from the World Trade Center, became a place of rest and respite for rescue and recovery workers in the days following the attacks. Our Presiding Bishop will preach at St. Paul’s on Sunday morning. New York’s Bishop Mark Sisk will be the celebrant for the principal service. Many other events at Trinity and St. Paul’s will add to a week of commemoration and observance. You can read more on the website: www.trinitywallstreet.org
I was especially struck by the theme the parish has chosen to guide its anniversary observance: “Remember to Love.”
This phrase brings to mind Paul’s sturdy and deeply challenging admonition about Christian love: “Do not repay anyone evil for evil, but take thought for what is noble in the sight of all. If it is possible, so far as it depends on you, live peaceably with all. Beloved, never avenge yourselves, but leave room for the wrath of God; for it is written, ‘Vengeance is mine, I will repay, says the Lord.’ No, ‘if your enemies are hungry, feed them; if they are thirsty, give them something to drink; for by doing this you will heap burning coals on their heads.’ Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good.” (Romans 12:17-21)
Before September 11, 2001 I am sure that I always took this passage too lightly. Seeing burning fragments from buildings and airplanes literally falling from the sky, I came to realize how seriously I had underestimated the need for what Martin Luther King, Jr. called “the strength to love.” By choosing the theme “Remember to Love,” the members of Trinity Church and St. Paul’s Chapel have placed this challenge and an opportunity directly before us. It is important to remember the past. But, it is not enough simply to remember. My daily prayer will be for the Spirit of Christ to reconcile and heal us and for the love of Christ to make us instruments of his much needed peace.
Faithfully,
Wayne Wright,
Bishop of Delaware
This coming Sunday is September 11th– the tenth anniversary of a day that none of us will ever forget. For weeks, even months, we have been preparing. I am impressed by the many observances taking place in our churches and schools. They are obviously the fruit of much reflection, study, and prayer. Each carries the potential to invite healing, deepen faith, and strengthen love. Our hope is always that the future may learn from the past. Thank you.
I have been reading about the events happening this weekend at Trinity Church and St. Paul’s Chapel in lower Manhattan. Trinity is only a few hundred yards away from Ground Zero. St. Paul’s, just across the street from the World Trade Center, became a place of rest and respite for rescue and recovery workers in the days following the attacks. Our Presiding Bishop will preach at St. Paul’s on Sunday morning. New York’s Bishop Mark Sisk will be the celebrant for the principal service. Many other events at Trinity and St. Paul’s will add to a week of commemoration and observance. You can read more on the website: www.trinitywallstreet.org
I was especially struck by the theme the parish has chosen to guide its anniversary observance: “Remember to Love.”
This phrase brings to mind Paul’s sturdy and deeply challenging admonition about Christian love: “Do not repay anyone evil for evil, but take thought for what is noble in the sight of all. If it is possible, so far as it depends on you, live peaceably with all. Beloved, never avenge yourselves, but leave room for the wrath of God; for it is written, ‘Vengeance is mine, I will repay, says the Lord.’ No, ‘if your enemies are hungry, feed them; if they are thirsty, give them something to drink; for by doing this you will heap burning coals on their heads.’ Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good.” (Romans 12:17-21)
Before September 11, 2001 I am sure that I always took this passage too lightly. Seeing burning fragments from buildings and airplanes literally falling from the sky, I came to realize how seriously I had underestimated the need for what Martin Luther King, Jr. called “the strength to love.” By choosing the theme “Remember to Love,” the members of Trinity Church and St. Paul’s Chapel have placed this challenge and an opportunity directly before us. It is important to remember the past. But, it is not enough simply to remember. My daily prayer will be for the Spirit of Christ to reconcile and heal us and for the love of Christ to make us instruments of his much needed peace.
Faithfully,
Wayne Wright,
Bishop of Delaware
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