“What good is it to me if Mary gave birth to the Son of God hundreds of years ago, if I do not give birth to the Son of God in my time and in my culture.We are all meant to be Mothers of God, for God is always needing to be born.” Meister Eckhardt One of my earliest journeys was as a 9 year old when my family sailed in May 1965 on the SS United States from Pier 86 at the New York Harbor to Southhampton England for my father's tour of duty at RAF St Mawgan. "We" included my p

At the eleventh hour of the eleventh day in the eleventh month an armistice was signed in Compiègne, France, celebrating the end of World War I ("the war to end all wars") and remembering those who died in that conflict. The first Armistice Day was established in 1919 in the US and the UK. It was later known as Remembrance Day in the UK and Veteran's Day in the US. The tradition of the poppy comes from the red flowers that grew over the battlefields of World War I, populariz

First read this morning from one of my children. Went straight to the heart and filled me with love and gratitude. Ah yes, may we find that place where rainbows never die. I'm an old man now, I can't do nothing Young folks don't pay me no mind But in my day, I sure was something Before I felt the heavy hand of time I'm an old man now, I'm bound for glory Time to lay these burdens down Had enough of this old world of worry Gonna trade my troubles for a crown I will make my way

A great plan for today from the wisdom of Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer! How Things Change At the edge of the lake, the rocks are deep gray and unusually flat, perfect for skipping, even for a woman known for her lack of skill in throwing. There’s such freedom in breaking through an old story. On a day when so much seems fixed, beyond my control, I thrill in skipping rocks again and again. Sometimes it’s hard to see what is possible. Once, these rocks were a layer of silt. Once,

We are the ones who must dare to believe that seeds of new possibilities, invisible to us now, have already been planted in the soil of our lives, and they are slowly taking root. New life will emerge from the ashes of what is lost. Bishop Mariann Budde on moving forward in the face of contempt and choosing dignity and hope. Yesterday a strong, amazing gay married female priest was installed as the rector at the Church of the Good Shepherd in Jacksonville, Florida. Her journ

When Jesus saw the crowds, he went up the mountain; and after he sat down, his disciples came to him. Then he began to speak, and taught them, saying: "Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven. "Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted. "Blessed are the meek, for they will inherit the earth. "Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they will be filled. "Blessed are the merciful, for they will receive mercy. "Ble

On this thinnest day of the year, as the Celts would describe it, when the veil between this life and the next is transparent, and spirits of the dead are said to return to their family homes, our morning prayer might be a time to invite Jesus to enter our space, to imagine him drawing close and even to greet him in a new and different way. Pray As You Go suggested that this morning, and I discovered a whole new dimension to praying; I had a Holy Companion here with me in a v

RHYTHM OF THE WHEEL The nights are longer than the days now. The tree' bare branches rattle in the chill Autumn wind, their leaves turning brittle, then fluttering to the ground. As the wind picks up, they spiral and swirl. Fog creeps in, cloaking the Earth in a mysterious, spooky softness. The colors of Summer have faded, but as one season ends, another begins, and in the transition, magic shimmers in the air. We've spoken before about the liminal times, the slippery in-betw

The gospel appointed for today from Matthew 22 makes clear what our greatest commandment is, known is Hebrew as the Shema which means to hear or to listen and is considered the central declaration of monotheism. I cannot hear it without thinking of this wonderful rendition by the Porter's Gate. May it be our Soul Purpose to love the Lord God with all our hearts and minds and souls and our neighbors as ourselves!

Please by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer July 16, 2025 If you are one who has practice meeting the pain of the world, we need you. Right now we need you to teach us it is possible to swallow what is weighty and still be able to rise. We need you to remind us we can be furious and scared and near feral over injustice and still thrill at the taste of a strawberry, ripe and sweet, can still meet a stranger and shake their hand, believing in their humanness. We need you to show us how