Sturdy shoes, for the twelve apostles and for new seminarians alike, are necessary gear. Sturdy shoes help us keep walking when we want to quit and go home.
The story of Mary and Martha always leaves me a bit defensive. Feels like Martha gets a bad rap. After all, she’s the one who is doing all the things: inviting, planning, purchasing, cleaning, cooking, greeting at the door, serving, and cleaning up again.
Cuba is personal. As debate went well into the evenings in committee at the 79th General Convention in Austin—culminating with the readmission of the Diocese of Cuba into the Episcopal Church after 52 years—I could not help but remember my first experience with the island.
The elderly woman in the hospital bed motioned toward the television and said, “No, don’t pray for me, pray for those children. Pray that they are reunited with their families.” This lady, who had fled the Soviet Union in the 1990s, understood what it meant to leave country and family behind.
“How are the boys?”
It’s a perfectly reasonable question and I hear it all the time from friends and colleagues whom I haven’t seen for a while. When I signed the big book at Matriculation in the fall of 2002 as a member of the Junior MDiv class, I had three children under five: identical twin four-year-old boys and an infant son.