This clever word play on “Murder She Wrote” is not mine but the title of an exceptional exhibit at the Morgan Library & Museum on Madison Avenue in New York City. A nerdy bibliophile, who volunteers at the Library of Congress, I have long wanted to visit the Morgan. The novel: The Personal Librarian whet…
If you looked up the word “impatience” in the dictionary, you would see a picture of my dad.😊 When I was growing up, my dad did not like to wait. He would not take us anywhere he anticipated crowds or lines. He would never go to a restaurant without a reservation. When we went to…
Advent 2022 begins Sunday, November 27th. Angels. Every year, when they were little, my children donned cardboard wings in the Christmas pageant. And through the centuries gilded angel wings have graced a bazillion Christmas cards. Angels. Pretty, poetic symbols. Anachronistic theology of the Middle Ages. Superstition in the scientific age. Right? Yet every Sunday we confess that “We…
Though my dad preferred a scalpel to an electric knife, on Thanksgiving the electric knife would do just fine. And fine was what everything had to be. Not just fine — but refined. My father insisted on orange zest in the cranberry sauce, oysters in the stuffing, and lemon peel in his espresso. My mother…
As the pandemic hit in early 2020, Emmanuel like many churches scrambled to adapt Sunday morning worship. Having not lived through an actual plague before and naively thinking it would be just a few weeks — or maybe at the most a few months — of disruption, I invented EEC@Home, a portable Morning Prayer service…
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Leaves turn color. Yellow, red, orange, brown. Dry, they fly and fall from the sky. Carpeting the ground, like parchment, they crackle under foot. You can hear them. You can smell them – the mustiness of the earth. hist whist little goblin. hist whist little ghostling. e.e.cummings. It is that time of year again. As…
Mary Angelus Cady, 1891 – 1980 Are You My Mother? is a classic little children’s book by P.D. Eastman. A little bird falls out of his nest and goes in search of his mother. She has not abandoned him however, she has just gone off to dig up a few worms for his supper. Freshly hatched…
The first 45 (yes 45!) I ever bought was the Beatles’ “Love, love me do” when I was about seven years old. I bought it at Murphy’s Five & Dime for about a dollar. When I got it home I slipped it out of its sleeve and played it over and over. I wasn’t as…
FOLLOWERS!! MEA CULPA!!! LATE LAST EVENING YOU RECEIVED A BLOG POST FROM ME: “LENTEN ANTHOLOGY OF GREATEST HITS.” I AM NOT LOST IN A TIME WARP AND I DO REALIZE THAT IT IS OCTOBER.🎃 MISTAKENLY I HIT “PUBLISH” WHEN EXPERIMENTING WITH A NEW WORDPRESS WIDGET. SORRY! CAN I BLAME THIS ON MY SECOND GLASS OF…
Sunday, October 16, Emmanuel celebrated what is called an “instructed Holy Eucharist” at both the 8:00 a.m. and 10:00 a.m. services. In lieu of a homily, I “read between the lines” highlighting the history and theology behind the liturgical things we do in our corporate worship. Liturgy literally means the “work of the people.” It…
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