Sharing this from Rt. Rev. Jonathan H. Folts, Bishop of the Episcopal Diocese of South Dakota.
“One of our own priests was targeted at his home—so let no one say, ‘it can’t happen here.’ It can. It has. It is. And rest assured, we will not remain silent or passive in responding.”
My heart aches.
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A lot of my parishioners are asking me, what can we do now? The federal government seems out of control -- we do what generations did before us -- we act locally -- we take care of those in our immediate vicinity -- we stand up for the Good News.
So, USAID appears to be gone. My husband devoted more than 30 years of his life to that institution -- to helping the poor in other countries. Is this who we really want to be? For more info on USAID, read here:
We all need to watch this for some good endorphins :)
I'm thankful to see our siblings in the CofE can tell us what's what with him -- if you could have seen my eyes while watching that clip!!
And I could use less ontological dithering from the media of record here. That’s a Nazi salute, that’s a concentration camp, and that’s a lie. Euphemisms have gotten too expensive.
“Forget the myths the media's created about the White House. The truth is, these are not very bright guys, and things got out of hand.”
The dogs say good morning but the cats are not ready to be sociable.
Exactly
News: Cardinal Wilton Gregory, the archbishop of Washington, DC, apologizes to LGBTQ people: "The way that we have treated our LGBTQ brothers and sisters has brought them tears and too many of us disgrace."
outreach.faith/2025/01/card...
love this.
perfect -- but it was hard!
Last year, my husband made the tough decision to retire and come to the Midwest & live with his priest wife. He loved his job. He loved helping the poor & oppressed in other countries. Today, we both looked at each other & are grateful he made the bold leap to live in Central Wisconsin.
This is despicable -- does no one have any guts to stand up for what is right?
It is the third day of
Roiling stomach and
Muscles that whine.
The awareness of my body
Is not fun.
Canceled meetings, typed out apologies, darkened church.
Dogs hover, cats perplexed.
Pray has become simplified and brief.
I am here, God.
The silence of the church
allows me to breathe.
No chatter, no chairs scraping the wood
in Fellowship Hall
Just the wind that follows snow
smacking my window.
The sermon beckons.
The class for Advent waves its arms.
Thanksgiving is next week.
How did that happen?
Cup of coffee
Sitting quietly next to husband and his coffee
He is up because I am up —
It is early Saturday and anxiety has not let my stomach go
Work day ahead — lecture to set up, choir practice, sermon writing
Sermon writing is where my anxiety waits
I cannot say all I want bc I live in purple