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Holy Week resources and reflections

Green paradise

The tiny green patch we had been hiking toward finally began to look less like a miniature diorama and more like a life-sized forest.

God moved into the neighborhood

Christmas has come and gone. Nativity scenes rest safely in the attic. But has anything remained? For we know at Christmas, The Word became flesh and blood, and moved into the neighborhood.1 Perhaps it’s like this:

The profound amid the profane

The most recent half of my faith-walk has been as a Presbyterian, while the previous quarter saw me as a lapsed Catholic (mostly of the Byzantine stripe: Catholics of the Eastern Rite with a liturgy more akin to that used by the Orthodox than the Church of Rome).

No big deal

During the coffee hour between services at Saint Mark Church I often find myself, like many others, wanting to have less structure and be free to just continue talking together with old friends and welcoming new ones. And that is how Coffee Two, an unofficial extension of coffee hour, came to be.

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