Do you remember Dana Carvey’s portrayal of the “Church Lady” on Saturday Night Live back in the 80’s? Carvey played a stereotypical little old church lady: purse-lipped, hair in a bun, support hose with thick-heeled shoes, voice like a serrated fish knife, and a passion for finding sin in every member of her downtrodden congregation.Continue reading “Real Church Ladies (With Apologies to Dana Carvey)”
A Homily for Ash Wednesday
Margaret D. McGee
Yesterday I went to Goodwill and picked up a couple small flower vases to round out my collection. Found just the thing, and paid a total of $6.52 for the both of them.Continue reading “Shopping at Goodwill”
When Salvation Comes
Just exactly how many pairs of black pants do I really need?
A homily by Margaret D. McGee
In this morning’s reading from Isaiah, the LORD, the Holy One, speaks to the people of Zion, in words that convey some frustration. Words, in fact, that give the sense of a God who is fed up to the teeth with these people, and with their acts of worship.Continue reading “How Many Pairs of Black Pants Do I Really Need?”
Continue reading “A Thanksgiving Reflection – Time On Our Side”
Finally, beloved, whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is just, whatever is pure, whatever is pleasing, whatever is commendable, if there is any excellence and if there is anything worthy of praise, think about these things.Philippians 4:8.
On New Year’s Eve, I took a morning drive out to H.J. Carroll Park to help repair the labyrinth.
A day or two before Christmas, news had spread among local labyrinthers that the meditative path in the park was all kerfuffled.Continue reading “On Holy Ground”
Gather a bunch of women to think and talk about community for a day, and ka-boom, you get a community.Continue reading “Crossing Over Into Community”
Continue reading “Meditation for All Saints Day”
“Do not let your hearts be troubled… In my Father’s house there are many dwelling places. If it were not so, would I have told you that I go to prepare a place for you? And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again and will take you to myself, so that where I am, there you may be also. And you know the way to the place where I am going.”— John 14:1-4
May flowers spring up where your feet
touch the earth.
May the feet that walked before you
bless your every step.
The two old sleeping bags were rolled up at the back of an upper closet shelf in the bedroom for most of the time David and I lived in our current house, which is more than 16 years now.
Covered in faded green ducking, each bag had an extra flap of the tightly-woven material at the head. The flap, wrapped all the way around the roll, was secured by green cotton cords sewn into the hem and tied in bows.Continue reading “The Comfort of Old Flannel”