by Anne Kennedy | Jan 16, 2022 | Church Year, Garden-Variety Malaise, Religious Freedom, The Gospel
I had some things to say about that piece about proselytizing back on Friday—there was so much there that I couldn’t then, nor now, possibly comment on. But as I was pondering the lections for today, this paragraph struck me afresh: By contrast, I believe that...
by Anne Kennedy | Jan 9, 2022 | Biblical Illiteracy, Church Year, Eschatology, False Teachers and Their Enablers, Garden-Variety Malaise, Go to Church, Jesus
There is ice careening from the sky at this dark, early hour. I don’t know what that portends for the worship of God in his church (building) this morning. It may be that the Lord will have to have everyone’s attention on zoom or something ghastly like that. To keep...
by Anne Kennedy | Jan 2, 2022 | Church Year, Garden-Variety Malaise, The Gospel
Happy New Year! It looks like it’s going to be another wild ride around the sun. I know this because I woke up to this gem: Man – I’ll pray for you. Me – Please don’t. Man – It’s a gesture of love. Me – No, it’s a violation of my boundary. Man...
by Anne Kennedy | Dec 26, 2021 | Garden-Variety Malaise, The Gospel
Having eaten a teeny bit more than was good for me yesterday, I found myself doom scrolling in the joyless hours between one and three, wishing I hadn’t gone creeping back for that last piece of cheese, and wondering if Jesus could be prevailed upon to return now,...
by Anne Kennedy | Dec 19, 2021 | Abortion, Advent, Anglicans, Apostasy, Biblical Illiteracy, Episcopalians, Garden-Variety Malaise, Go to Church, Jesus, The Gospel
Because of the people I follow on Twitter, I came across this tweet about the same time I began scrolling through this morning’s lections: For Advent, I wish people don’t use the Visitation Story to justify anti-choice rhetoric and theology. Mary and...
by Anne Kennedy | Dec 12, 2021 | Anglicans, Church Year, Garden-Variety Malaise, Go to Church, Jesus, The Gospel
I didn’t blog this past week thinking that I would do some other writing. If I just finish this one thing, I so foolishly thought to myself, I’ll be able to do all the other things that are waiting for my attention—Christmas shopping, mucking out the laundry room,...