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...
by Anne Kennedy | Nov 15, 2020 | Anglicans, Coronavirus, Eschatology, Garden-Variety Malaise, Go to Church
Well, I managed to stay offline nearly all of yesterday, floating on a triumphant exultant glow of having procured nine whole dining room chairs for a total of 36 dollars (how many talents is that—so many) and strong-momming my children into moving a lot of furniture...
by Anne Kennedy | Nov 8, 2020 | Biblical Illiteracy, Eschatology, Garden-Variety Malaise, Go to Church, Jesus
Apparently, Mr. Biden made a speech yesterday and in it quoted On Eagle’s Wings. I thought about going and trying to find it, but I have a policy of never listening to any speech any politician makes, and I don’t intend to begin now, even to hear something so...
by Anne Kennedy | Oct 11, 2020 | Eschatology, Garden-Variety Malaise, Go to Church, The Gospel
I don’t know about you, but the thing that is most likely to send me over the edge at this particular moment of this impossibly long year, is that every time I click on Facebook, Twitter, or Instagram, before I can even get to my feed to see what surprising and...
by Anne Kennedy | Sep 27, 2020 | Anglicans, Garden-Variety Malaise, Go to Church, Jesus, The Gospel
One of the essential features of being human is that we all—without exception—want to have it both ways. We want to have our cake and eat it too. We want to argue on the internet and be right. We want to accuse others of being literally Hitler without being Hitler...
by Anne Kennedy | Sep 23, 2020 | Garden-Variety Malaise, Social Justice
I’ve been seeing this sign up and down my neighborhood on my walks for the last few years, tucked here and there beside mounds of Black-Eyed Susans and glorious rose and hydrangea bushes. Presumably, these signs endure year round, but, because I try never to leave my...
