by Anne Kennedy | Jun 6, 2021 | Anglicans, Church Year, Eschatology, Garden-Variety Malaise, Jesus
I have been pretty good about staying off Twitter, but I did just have a peak yesterday. There is some person taking the trouble to screenshot the Twitter profiles of major corporations. Apparently, you don’t just have one single Twitter handle, you have one for every...
by Anne Kennedy | Apr 4, 2021 | Anglicans, Church Year, Coronavirus, Eschatology, Go to Church, Jesus, The Gospel
[Basically what I said at the Vigil last night] “Now after the Sabbath, toward the dawn of the first day of the week”—records Matthew, in the gospel for the first service of Easter. I get stuck on the word “now,” or have all this year. Having, a month or two ago, to...
by Anne Kennedy | Feb 7, 2021 | Anglicans, Church Year, Eschatology, Go to Church, Jesus, The Gospel
In all the reading I did a while ago about Cancel Culture, and then after that Virtue Signaling, the thing that interested me most was the shift to what one might call a New Evangelism. I mean, no one has called it that. It is only occurring to me this moment as I...
by Anne Kennedy | Dec 13, 2020 | Advent, Anglicans, Church Year, Coronavirus, Eschatology, Go to Church
Yesterday we were finally able to have a service for, as I’ve been calling her, our Essential Person—Kay—the grandmother type who was so central to all our day to day happiness for the first fifteen years of our being here. I was worried we wouldn’t be able to meet...
by Mark Marshall | Dec 8, 2020 | Advent, Church Year, Eschatology, Uncategorized
When most people think of the Book of Revelation, they think of strange scary monsters and creative and most unpleasant plagues in the End times. I know I did until recently. But there is so much more to the Apocalypse of St. John. Above all, there is worship,...
by Anne Kennedy | Nov 29, 2020 | Advent, Eschatology, Garden-Variety Malaise, The Gospel
I spent the last two days completely avoiding my blank screen, in spite of there being a whole pile of work I intended to do, for the bitter reason that on Friday morning we learned that the last of our—and I do hate this word—“shut-ins” died sometime on...