Good morning. I’m here this morning to tell you a story. .. it’s a love story 61 years in the making. My early memories are of life in a small Pennsylvania town; memories of a mother, a father, and a grandmother; memories of playmates, schoolmates and teachers, Sunday School at a Lutheran church. Memories of feeling lo…

The Magic Word When we were children, our mothers prompted us, Remember to say the magic words: please and thank you. Frankly, it was much easier to understand the magic of “please.” “Please” got us something, i.e., please may I have another brownie? This was magic. But it’s harder to see any magic in thank you. It was…

The Neighborhood Distraction Luke 16:19-31 September 25, 2016 Recently, I received a piece of mail with a poster inside. It was a riveting photo, shot from a helicopter, of 300 people on a boat, all looking up and waving. One mom held up her baby. It was beautiful, like a collage, but then I realized what it was: not a…

The Joy of Money Amos 8:4-7 and Luke 16:1-13 September 18, 2016 I want you to know that the picture on the bulletin which shows a pile of coins is not a subliminal message from the Stewardship Committee. Yes, it’s true that it is Stewardship season. Soon, all of us who are blessed by the life of St. Paul’s, will be inv…

Community of the Lost and Found 1 Timothy 1:12-17 and Luke 15:1-10 September 11, 2016 A few years ago, I read about Wanda Rodriguez, a hospice nurse at Calvary Hospital in the Bronx. She overheard the name of a new patient being admitted,Victor Peraza, and she immediately went to talk to him. Forty-one years before, Vi…

Lord, Teach Us to Pray Luke 11: 1-13 Once years ago, I paid a hospital call on an inactive parishioner. He wasn’t very glad to see me, probably because he thought I was going to scold him for his uneven church attendance. But I was very polite. I didn’t mention it. However, since he was scheduled for surgery the next d…

Who isn’t my neighbor? Dallas, Orlando, St. Paul, Baton Rouge. The agony of this past month weighs like a stone on many of our hearts. Black Lives Matter, Blue Lives Matter, All Lives Matter. Just to utter these simple phrases seems to create walls of suspicion between people. Has there ever been a better time to hear…

Once, traveling through the countryside, trying to find a radio station, I tuned into The Old Time Gospel Hour. The preacher was in the midst of a story about his dog, Pogo, a hound of uncertain breed. Pogo wasn’t from a respectable family. He was born in the bayou and spent his first few months in the wild, chasing po…

Today is a triple celebration. It’s Mothers Day, we’re celebrating our graduating high school seniors and, finally, it’s the Sunday after Ascension Day (which occurred last Thursday, 40 days after Easter). Is there any thread connecting these three celebrations? I think so. For one thing, at graduations, parents and th…

We usually think of the word Easter as a noun: a season to celebrate the Resurrection of Christ, 50 days to let the Alleluias roll. But one of my favorite poets, Gerard Manley. Hopkins contradicts us. No, Easter isn’t a noun, it’s a verb. In one of his poems, (The Wreck of the Deutschland), there’s this beautiful phras…

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