Friends, I’m dying, I just discovered that there is a Philly radio segment called “On Eagles Wings” where two nuns comment on the upcoming football game 💀💀💀💀💀 I’m in love.
Yes, Christian girl autumn, but might I suggest…quiet monastic winter. Early to bed, early to rise for prayers. The Great Silence. Prayerful packaging of simple, homemade gifts. Plainchant. No decoration but pine & the Advent wreath. Letter writing. Gutter cleaning. Snow angels.
A truly holy thing happened yesterday. I am still processing everything, I suppose. I'm not quite sure how to express this with words, but I would like to share this with you. Last week, I visited one of my dear, dear parishioners - 95 years old, absolutely marvelous, recently...
I've seen death before so many times, but never quite like this. Never with such precise and miraculous and even wickedly comical timing. What grace. What beauty. What peace. What a perfect end for a vibrant, faithful life. Praise God. Praise God. Praise God.
Three years ago, I was ordained a deacon. It was the sweetest, weirdest day. A man at the church hollered to me, “it’s so good to know the church is ALIVE!” Amen, amen. God is nothing but faithful.
Nun: “You look so at home. You should enter our order!”
Me: “I am Anglican.”
Nun: “Well you can always come home to mother Church!”
Me: “And I am very happily married.”
Nun: “Well if something should.......happen 😉”
Me: 😳😳😳😳
Is this nun about to commit crimes y/n
Here are my two top small-talk tips, cultivated from years of coffee hours: 1) Instead of "what do you do?" ask, "what are you up to these days?" It lets people who are unemployed - for any reason - not feel weird about it & lets everyone talk about what's most important to them.
New red vestments for Pentecost. What a Feast we had today. The parish ran out of seats. The Holy Spirit is among this faithful place. Thanks be to our good, holy, and almighty God.
Dear friends - it is with gratitude and delight that I can share with you that I have been called as the third Rector of the parish of St. Luke's in Sister Bay, Wisconsin in Door County. When people say that our God is a God of surprises, they are speaking with wisdom.
Because I value this platform, I would like to be honest with everyone here and say that after a period of serious study of scripture and intense personal and corporate prayer, I have been led by the Holy Spirit to consider and affirm the validity of men’s ordination (MO).
It really blows my mind how surprised some people are that I genuinely believe in “all this [religious] stuff.”
Yes. All of it. It is my whole life. Jesus Christ and the joy of my living, true faith is my entire human life. All the time. Always.
I'm here to assure you that "hanging in there" is a perfectly valid and sufficient Advent devotion. We're called to prepare for the Savior of the world, not to be the savior of the world.
In Los Angeles, I had a parishioner who would hit the WeHo clubs every Saturday night, get 3 AM gyros at Kitchen 24, and roll in to the 8 AM Mass every Sunday, covered in glitter.
I think of that guy whenever I am tired at Mass.
It absolutely kills me that our church tells people in their 20s to “live more real life” and “wait until you’re older” before pursuing a vocation to ordination or religious life when Saint Thérèse of Lisieux died at 24 and Saint Joan of Arc experienced her visions at age 13.
Look, you could fight a “culture” “war” online, or you could make a casserole for your elderly neighbor & buy the coupon book that the high school baseball team is selling to raise money. I’m no moral theologian, but I know the power of casserole & I’m just sharing this with you.
On Tuesday, my parish held our formal Celebration of New Ministry for my tenure as rector. My husband and I also closed on our purchase of some acres of forest where we’ll begin a build next year. Friends and family visited from around the country. It was so joyful, so good
Between all the crypto, alcohol, and meta ads, I’m officially rejecting modernity harder than I was already rejecting modernity. Please join me in attending church, reading books, growing food, and giving all of our stuff away.
One of my deeply held beliefs is that we can trust children with holy things: liturgy, stories, truth. When they see that even precious things belong to them, they really rise to the occasion. They learn to trust themselves- they learn that they are full members of a community.
Never has anyone ever taken a dismissal to "Go in peace to love and serve the Lord" so marvelously. We all cried & laughed and hugged. It was like the room was alive with something grand & still. We couldn't leave for another hour. Just stood there in wonder, hugging each other.
The parable of the sower is not about us becoming good soil. It is, in truth, about the Word of God who pours Himself abundantly, irrationally into all places - even those that appear to not receive him. God isn’t demanding our perfection. He is revealing His.
Please pray for Washington, D.C. tonight. The city is full of anger. And full of people who do not live here. Pray for peace, for justice, and for hearts to be soothed.
At times, ministry is someone coming to the church door, screaming in your face that you are not a "real priest," and then demanding food. And then you give them food & cold water & you pray. Because you are a priest, and where hands are empty, we try to fill them with His grace.
Tweeted about nuns and lost a bunch of followers (?), so here is a definitive proclamation that this account is 100% pro-nun. Putting y’all on the prayer list.
Three years a priest. Three years since the beginning and end of everything my heart could ever desire this side of heaven. I wake up every day & give thanks to God that he has asked me to love him like this.
To Jesus Christ: my love, my song, my whole heart, always and forever.
Was at a Super Bowl party with loud, drunk midwesterners and everyone shut the heck up during the “He Gets Us” ads, looked at me, asked what I thought, I replied, “yeah, I like it. This is correct.” And seven of them took contact information for my church and plan to check it out
I was gifted this set of black vestments at my ordination. Today was their first use. A blessed Good Friday to all as we await with hope the glorious Resurrection of our Savior.
Tis a gift to be simple,
Tis a gift to be free,
Tis a gift to preach the Gospel of Jesus Christ 10 ft from your mother in the front row of your wee barn church
So a tip for These Times is that if you change your zoom display name to “subversive papist sea witch” during a virtual happy hour with your friends, be sure to change it back before a zoom meeting with a bishop 😬
I’m not upset that Bezos visited the National Cathedral because we all need Jesus Christ. But I eagerly await today’s announcement that he has experienced a conversion of heart and has decided to give his fortune to the poor and will now live as an anchorite.
We sat for a moment in silence. We stood up to leave. And then...she died. Her breath stilled. The rattle quieted. The nurse hurried over to check her pulse and check the time. Our friend had died. Just after receiving the Eucharist. The Blood of Christ still on her lips.
Hail, holy Queen, Mother of mercy,
our life, our sweetness, and our hope.
To thee do we cry, poor banished children of Eve.
To thee do we send up our sighs, mourning and weeping in this valley of tears.
(icon by Harmonia Rosales)
Today, someone (a stranger) screamed at me that I'm "not a real priest" when they came to "see the priest," and then I came home to the sweetest email from a woman thanking me for a sermon and telling me it reignited her faith and brought her close to Jesus.
What can you do.
Yesterday my husband was leading a roofing crew and one of the guys who knows he’s a Christian asked him how you can worship both God and Jesus when you’re only supposed to worship one God. In response, my husband drew this and dropped some Trinitarian theology on this roof site
My favorite chaos thing is when fellow Anglo-Catholics say to me, “well, *we* are not Protestant”
And I reply, “oh no, we definitely are.”
Embrace it, lads.
I've heard a few responses to "This is the Body of Christ, the Bread of Heaven" in my day, but tonight, I offered the Host to a gentleman who, when I said "the Body of Christ, the Bread of Heaven" responded loudly, "SOUNDS GOOD!"
I spend time in both right- (firearms range, rural fire dept) and left-wing (Episcopal church, public radio) coded spaces, and it’s just beyond articulation how little some people know about the “others.” Just completely different epistemic planets.
::whispers into the night:: Anglo-Catholicism isn’t about aesthetics. It’s about high sacramental theology, service to and love of those in need, faithful devotion to the apostolic faith, celebration and joy in worship, and offering the best of our gifts to almighty God.
Up here in the summer, all of the churches get together to run a fabulous Vacation Bible School. It’s the Baptists, Catholics, Episcopalians, Moravians, liberal Lutherans, conservative Lutherans, & the non-denom folks. All of us. All of our kids come together & learn about Jesus.
Last evening, my husband & I both found each other and said, “I have something to tell you,” and then we both confessed that recently we had been pondering fostering and/or adopting children. We had never brought it up before. It just sort of occurred to us both at the same time.
I've had four conversations recently with people in their 30s interested in the Episcopal Church but afraid to commit to a tradition that "makes up theology," "isn't rigorous," "is just feelings and whims," and "isn't serious." Two raised in other traditions, two former atheists-
I refuse to have words like “gospel,” “salvation,” “repentance,” “discipleship,” and “evangelism” (and others) cut from my religious vocabulary. Those words are from the Bible - from the mouths of Jesus’ best friends and followers - and they belong to me too. They belong to you.
This morning at Mass, I could hear a small girl in the front pew speaking the words of institution quietly along with me. This evening, another small girl proudly announced that she had made her mother style her hair in a bun so she could look like me. My whole heart.
I truly will never have the words to describe the wonder and joy of this life together. It is unspeakable, exhilarating grace. Seven years married today. The best thing I’ve ever, ever been given in my whole life. I am crying just writing this trite tweet. He is so good.
I don't want to get controversial on the timeline today, but it is perfectly possible to love children, want to support them, to prioritize them in life and ministry, *and* to not have any of your own for perfectly legitimate reasons that do not devastate your life!
Well, I did it. During the psalm at Mass, I decided to ignore the sermon I’d prepared and preach extemporaneously on St. John and his Gospel opening about the renewal of creation. Literally one of the best sermons I’ve ever, ever preached! Praise the Holy Spirit.
Merry Christmas, everyone. What a magnificent day of Advent and Christmas meeting in the mists of this wild, gracious place. Wherever you are, I pray you know a measure of Christ’s own perfect peace.
“And the Word became flesh and dwelt among us, and we beheld his glory…”
In quite possibly the worst-timed announcement ever, it was my joy to share today that in May, I will be moving to Pennsylvania to begin a post as Associate Rector with the good people of St. Mark’s Philadelphia. It is a good and graceful thing.
I supply sometimes for a tiny, extremely conservative congregation that is writ large not a fan of ordained women. Today, I switched my service with another priest, and one of the most ornery folks commented on the stream, “Where’s the girl? Her sermons are better.”
🙈😂
85 people attended Mass today at our parish and our town has 1100 people, so approximately 8% of the town population was in our church today. Not that it’s about numbers (it’s not), but that’s still some good math.
Nine years ago, the man who would become my husband & I sat before an altar of repose & prayed together on our 2nd date. Last night, it was just the two of us keeping watch again, eight years married, holding hands in our little Gethsemane, remembering every altar, giving thanks.
Today I stopped by a shop and started chatting with the clerk. She asked about my work, and I told her. She spent 30 minutes telling me about how she was kicked out of her Catholic church for having a child out of wedlock. She asked if she could come to us on Sunday.
My new parish is only 23 years old. It was founded by a small band of faithful people who loved God & wanted a church in an unlikely place. Today, the church is a converted barn that hosts a vibrant community each week. I love them already. The Holy Spirit’s grace are everywhere.
Some parishioners found out that Mark and I were sad about not being able to keep our usual tradition of Chinese food between masses (no Chinese food here). They surprised us by driving to the nearest Chinese restaurant an HOUR away and bringing us food 😭
Nun: “we have an Anglican priest here!”
Mother Superior: “We only have one guest, and it’s a little girl.”
Nun: “......that’s....her....”
Me: ::is 32 years old but thanks I guess (?)::
My lukewarm take is that it’s not upsetting to me if a person/family attends church on Christmas Eve but not on Christmas (the vigil counts), but it is upsetting if a church doesn’t offer the opportunity to attend on Christmas Day. Even if only one person attends, please have it.
Thank you for your prayers! On Friday, I shepherded an important funeral, & then traveled directly to my weekend state practical exam to secure my state/national certification as a firefighter. The funeral was wonderful, & I PASSED THE WEEKEND. Officially a certified firefighter!
What I don't think some of you know is that people quite literally and frequently threaten women in ministry with physical and sexual violence, on this website and in real life.
Someone snapped a photo of me this morning chanting one of my very favorite collects:
“Almighty and everlasting God, you are always more ready to hear than we to pray, and to give more than we either desire or deserve: Pour upon us the abundance of your mercy…”
My data is anecdotal, but so many of my clergy friends are reporting wonderful annual meetings: attendance up, budgets sound, new ministries springing up. We hear so often about decline and doom, but surely there are other narratives in our midst. I see one every day.
The news describing the latest Texas shooting feels (again) truly demonic. And this:
“Sheriff Capers added that the bodies of two women were found in a bedroom on top of two children, both of whom survived.”
The women laid their bodies on top of their children.
...and it breaks my heart that this is one of the narratives out there about our church. It simply, blessedly isn't true. Our Episcopal tradition is rooted in the Bible first and in the Book of Common Prayer - two serious, rigorous, marvelous texts that speak profoundly of grace.
A prayerful and discerning time of preparation for baptism is a true blessing, but let the record state that I will baptize anyone, anywhere, in all circumstances. Right away. In a river. With a water bottle. With the salted sacrifice of my own tears. Whatever. Baptisms for all.
By and large, most good spiritual advice can feel - at least at the outset - extremely boring. Want to get closer to God? Pray. Use old words. Sit in silence. Go to your usual church. Listen to the church ladies' stories for the 400th time. Read the Bible. Read it again.
The more I pray about it, the more I think that the Church is not in need of more influencers, celebrities, or even authors or thinkers. It is in need of more people of peace. We can never really hope to be the smartest, most skillful, most charismatic. We can be people of peace.
She told me about wanting to bring her son and not wanting to be denied communion. We spoke for a long while. I don’t hold this up to condemn anyone at all. Only to say that people are longing for Christ, and he is longing for them. I hope I see her again soon.
Historically, many baptismal fonts (and their platforms) are shaped like octagons. Genesis has creation taking 6 days (+ God’s sabbath). The eighth day symbolizes the first day of the New Creation - and new life in Jesus Christ.
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taught me this today when she visited!
So many newcomers and visitors today 🥰 My coffee meeting calendar is filled with appointments to talk with folks about Jesus. Our adult confirmation class has 23 (!) people in it, so many of whom are new. I am so grateful for all of it. I hope you’ve had a joyful Sunday.
Catholic retreat centers: someone inevitably tells me to return to Mother Church. No Eucharist for me. Awkward responses to “what I do.”
Episcopal retreat centers: weird labyrinths, enneagram stuff, secular speakers, high key “rite 3”
Can a woman find no rest.
Baptized my precious little niece and nephew this morning at church. Afterward, my niece and I spent some time looking closely at Jesus together 🥰 What a blessing to share this life of faith.
Hail Mary,
full of grace,
the Lord is with thee.
Blessed art thou among women,
and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.
Holy Mary,
Mother of God,
pray for us sinners,
now and at the hour of our death.
Amen.
It’s our 6th wedding anniversary today. I couldn’t imagine my life without this love. Some saintly people can do this work on their own, but I am a better priest and servant of God because I am a wife. Here’s to the next six years and the following 60.
We could use a bit of prayer in our house this week. My wallet was stolen *twice* in one week in two unrelated instances (one on Christmas), and yesterday, someone robbed my husband’s truck and made off with expensive tools he needs to do his job. It’s been…a lot.