In the end, I decided NOT to have a conversation with the person sitting at the table next to me in the coffee shop today.

Did a rare Rite I funeral today. Which reminds me that Rite I funerals are the best funerals.

A doctor? Well, in that case…“Physician, heal thyself!”

I’m so glad that we have an Archbishop of Canterbury who is also “weak on crime.”

In a world of Pharaohs and Herods, the Prince of Peace reigns supreme.

Genocide is not one of the fruits of the spirit.

My staff thinks I’m an idiot!

That’s sad! I always offer it at 10 am. In my early years, I would literally force the Altar Guild to stop working and pray for 15 minutes. Now they look forward to it almost as much as I do!

One of my favorite services of the year is also the one that’s most overlooked: The liturgy for Holy Saturday. Pause amid the preparation, experience the void, sit in the stillness, seek the holiness of almost but not yet.

Why is it no one ever mentions the FIRST seven words of Christ?!

The Watch | Bethesda-by-the-Sea | April 2, 2026 | 8:45 p.m. YouTube video by BBTSChurch

Live Watch Cam from Bethesda-by-the-Sea in Palm Beach. “Can you not watch with me one hour?” #MaundyThursday

Spy Wednesday is the best Wednesday.

Seriously though, the Oil of the Catechumens is the chrism mass version of the poor stepchild.

They really should hand that out at the chrism mass.

On Palm Sunday, I can never decide whether or not I have live donkey envy.

Friendly reminder that if you’re singing the Exsultet for the first time at this year’s Easter Vigil, you should start practicing…three months ago.

Speaking of which, in my Maundy Thursday sermon, should I use the line, “something’s afoot??”

Something’s afoot.

Nothing like a joyful dose of God-inspired goodness reverberating throughout the Anglican Communion to bring out the online hate and misogyny. Holy buckets!

Here’s something Jesus didn’t say: “Lazarus just died. Good, I’m glad he’s dead.”

Consoler-in-Chief

If you want to start a fight in an Irish pub today, while sipping your green beer remind everyone that St. Patrick was actually British.

Seriously though. It might be time to fill up the gas tank.

We’ll be reading the very-long-every-three-years gospels in parts the next three Sundays to save our deacon’s voice and break it up a bit. Great stories, but too much to hear in one voice!

Based on an awful lot of social media posts I’ve seen, I feel it’s important to remind people that bloodlust is not one of the fruits of the spirit.

I’ll be announcing my new church initiative this weekend: OPERATION EPIC GRACE.

Obvi

I’m giving up coffee for Lent. HAHAHAHAHA. No.

Seriously, though, will he end up in the Tower of London?

After years of being at Shrove Tuesday parishes, I’m now at a Mardi Gras parish. I miss the pancake races and explaining the verb “to shrive,” though admittedly the food and music are better.