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(This sermon is heavily based on Oration on the Palms, a third-century homily attributed to St. Methodius. I urge you to read it, if you are able. Preached on Sunday, April 10, 2022 at Potomac Episcopal. Imagine yourself in Jerusalem at the turn of the millennia. You are perhaps returning with food from the market,…
Continue reading ➞ Blessed is the King who comes in the name of the Lord! (sermon)
There’s some people who will do anything to avoid accepting a compliment. Perhaps you know one of them, or maybe you are one of them. Perhaps you, or someone you know will say in response to a nice thing, “oh, it was nothing”, or “oh, that’s not me, this person or that person actually did…
It is silent in chapel. Every rustle is magnified in cavernous echoing walls of stone, the last bit of daylight peeking through stained glass windows. The noise of traffic outside dims, as people go home from work, have dinner, and begin to think about going to sleep. Sleep is on our minds also, as we…
Continue reading ➞ He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High (sermon)
There’s some Sundays where you just look at the readings and ask yourself, “what the heck is this doing here?”, and unsurprisingly, this is one of those Sundays. Right off the bat, we start off with a passage from the Song of Solomon. It may sound familiar—part of it is sometimes read at weddings: “Arise,…
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