Late last week at work was difficult, and when I got home Friday night I was in something of a funk about all I had to do. However, I settled down to what had to be done, did it (insert Powdermilk Biscuits commercial) and had a good time.
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The opening hymn today in church was St. Patrick’s Breastplace. The English translation and the current tune are quite modern, but the Gaelic words were ancient in colgaffneyis time, originally in Old Irish. Continue reading
A remark by the rector of our church, in this morning’s sermon, reminded me of visit I made in 1973 to the house of the Order of the Holy Cross in Santa Barbara, California. There I met Fr. John Walsted, who is an icon painter. Our talks made a deep impression on me, which sustained me through the dark years when we were realizing the full extent of our son Tom’s disability. I had the good fortune to meet him again in 2003, and to thank him for what he had said, and shown, three decades earlier.
This evening St. Mary’s is having a Service of Lessons and Carols, followed by a festive dinner. Yesterday I was at the church all morning helping to decorate and move furniture.
Mia stayed home this morning, but I came in for the service. I did not want to miss an Advent Service, and I wanted to satisfy my curiosity about a bit of liturgical trivia: Continue reading
Following a link from GetReligion, I saw that a Seattle Parish Offers Astrology Workshop.
I am not happy about this. I can handle all sorts of unorthodox thinking in the Episcopal Church. E.g., for decades I have been going to churches that are very welcoming of gays and lesbians, and sometimes have gay and lesbian clergy.
However, this is different. I do not consider astrology to be thinking.
From Hilbert Space to Dilbert Space, and beyond 