Back in 2008, I started 7WD with what was then a fairly modern design. Well, it’s seven years later, which is an epoch in Internet time. So it’s time for a new look for 7WD. You are now looking at the freshly updated blog, complete with lemon-fresh scent (if your computer is enabled for this feature).
I’ve had two conversations with friends recently in which some confusion was expressed about the proper readings for Holy Week. It’s understandable that there would be some confusion, because the Standing Commission on Liturgy and Music for the Episcopal Church has introduced a bit of a mess with the Holy Week readings.
Looking at Facebook lately, I’ve seen that plenty of folks have been wondering what to do about Holy Week services. One sees lots of versions of “How can we be more ‘creative’?”
There is a blog post titled “The Thing I Never Want to Hear Again on Good Friday” making the rounds on Facebook.
On Friday, March 6, our pilgrimage group visited the Kigali Genocide Memorial. It’s hard to know how to put such horror — on a scale that is unimaginable — into words.
Today is Sunday, and so we naturally went to church. We decided to attend All Saints Cathedral in Nairobi. Though we arrived a bit late, we were warmly greeted.
In some ways, Gihembe is not very different from other densely populated villages. Each family has its own mud shelter. These are quite small at about twelve square meters each. There are schools, medical facilities, and places to worship. By the standards of this part of the world, conditions do not appear to be terrible.
I’m on Kenya right now on a pilgrimage with Episcopal Migration Ministries to visit a refugee camp and learn more about the work of resettling refugees. This is not your usual pilgrimage to holy places, but rather it is a pilgrimage to see holy work and to meet holy people. It has already been transformational, and we just finished our first full day in Kenya.
I’ve been thinking about how easy it is for us to cheapen discipleship to the point it’s no longer recognizable. Certainly I often fail to follow Jesus when it involves risk or great cost, so I’m not pointing the finger at everyone else here.
If there’s one thing that is the heart of the Episcopal Church’s General Convention, it’s the Blue Book. Containing the official reports of various groups, including Committees, Commissions, Agencies, and Boards of the Episcopal Church, the Blue Book is chock full of legislative bonbons and ecclesiastical gems.
Dear friends in Christ, the glory of the Lord has shone upon us, and shall ever be manifest among us, until the day of his return. Through the rhythms of times and seasons let us celebrate the mysteries of salvation.
In what has become a beloved (by me) tradition on New Year’s Eve, I like to answer actual questions people have typed into search engines to find their way to this blog during the previous year.