Sunday Homilies

"Jerusalem, Jerusalem, you who kill the prophets and stone those sent to you, how often I have longed to gather your children together, as a hen gathers her chicks under her wings, and you were not willing. In his own day, Isaiah dreamt of a time where  11:6 The...

Today is the Last Sunday following Pentecost.  It Marks the end of another annual journey that we walk here at St. Andrew, a journey that is and has been walked for two millennium.  Today the annual journey concludes, just as next week the annual journey...

If you have walked the church year for awhile I hope you have noticed and wondered why the Sundays preceding Advent, the appointed readings are often apocryphal or about sensational endings?  I certainly have noticed and have come to my own thoughts and theories...

My mind is on my mother, today.  She was born Nov. 10, 1918. Today is the one hundred and oneth anniversary of her birth.  She passed on Dec. 9, 2002, having reached her 84th birthday, one month before.  She was a saint in my life, and in countless...

This morning is a time of consecration.  We consecrate the outward and visible signs of God’s provision by placing the received commitment cards upon the altar.  In our own way, it is the annual re-enactment of the fishes and loaves story in the Gospel where...

Widdershins was supposed to be a shop cat.  From a large litter of kittens, she was the only jet-black one of the family.  A perfect familiar for a little meta-physical shop.  At six weeks she was transported from her country-outdoor birthplace to be...