This guy walked into the men’s sauna at ACAC yesterday carrying a water bottle. He held the bottle up and asked me, “Is this ok with you?” I nodded my approval, and then he poured a bottle full of eucalyptus oil over the heating unit.
When guys ask me I always say “yah, sure,” but I’m secretly worried about this whole mixing water with electricity thing. Not that I’ve ever known anyone who died in the sauna or a bathtub, but I used to hear stories about teenagers getting electrocuted when their radios fell into the bath water. Of course, that could have been parents trying to scare their kids into taking shorter showers and baths. It’s just one of those things that stuck with me, and I still don’t know how many teenagers actually met that fate.
I draw your attention to the fact I will be selling tickets to the Holy Week services during the coffee hour. This year you will be able to pay by credit card: just full out this gray form (yes, it does look like the pledge card, but don’t let that distract you). Sign at the bottom, fill in your credit card information, and we’ll take it from there. (I am joking)
Fortunately, the price has already been paid, for us all.
Happy 5th Anniversary, Neighborhood Dinner!
What do you call a church supper where good food and good fellowship are enjoyed by members and non-members? At St. Mark’s Episcopal Church, it is called “Neighborhood Dinner,” an evening meal prepared by volunteer cooks, and held in the parish hall on the first Tuesday of each month, except August.
Charlie and I have known for quite some time that we wanted a family together. Family was very important to us growing up, and as we began building our life together, it seemed like a natural decision to add a child (or children, as the case may be) to the mix. It took us a bit of time to get there... As some of you know, we tried adding to our family through adoption for over a year, but had no success. It was after we were paired with an amazing gestational surrogate in Oregon that we were able to welcome Mamie and Jim into our lives.
This past Ash Wednesday Tommy and I were in London. We were heading to church when we received word that our beloved priest associate, Edgar Adams, had died. As the dust motes from the rich incense danced about me, I thought about Edgar, who had been friend and mentor; I thought about this church, which he loved; and I thought about the church in which I sat, St. Mary-le-bow. The two churches seemed to have little in common, except the Anglican Communion. Yet, as I reflected on their histories, I realized both churches were founded after great wars; both congregations occupied four successive structures; both churches were flourishing in the middle of the 20th century, but both churches faced closure in the early 1990s. I believe that both churches, at that critical juncture in their respective histories, re-envisioned the Kingdom of God.