by Anne Kennedy | Jun 27, 2021 | Anglicans, Baptists, Biblical Illiteracy, Garden-Variety Malaise, Go to Church, Jesus, The Gospel
The readings this morning are all about the rich and the poor, about those who have a lot and those who have nothing at all. Depending on what sort of church you go to, you may hear the long, admonishing passages about how to care for those who don’t have anything,...
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 | May 30, 2021 | Anglicans, Church Year, Garden-Variety Malaise, Jesus
Well, it’s Trinity Sunday. Let’s see what kind of heresy we can rustle up this morning, shall we? I’m the kind of Christian that accepts that God is more than able to use human language to communicate with me about what he is like, what we are like, and what anyone...
by Anne Kennedy | May 16, 2021 | Anglicans, Biblical Illiteracy, Garden-Variety Malaise, Go to Church, The Gospel
I have never really loved the word “flourish.” I keep thinking that it will go out of fashion among Christians, but so far it hasn’t. It appears in all kinds of places online. In fact, certain assumptions about what it means to flourish seem to me to be a sort of...
by Anne Kennedy | May 9, 2021 | Anglicans, Church Year, Garden-Variety Malaise, Go to Church, Jesus, The Gospel
Today, apparently, is “Birthing Person” Day, and the prevailing manner of marking the occasion seems to be people posting pictures of “birthing creatures” in the wild–fluffy “mother” birds with baby birds under their wings, a...
by Anne Kennedy | May 2, 2021 | Anglicans, Biblical Illiteracy, Garden-Variety Malaise, Go to Church
I had three different posts started for this morning—the lections are so wonderful, one could go in so many different directions—but then I woke up to another tempest on Twitter. The Twittersphere moves so frustratingly fast that having started to write about Rachel...
