One of the lovely things about being an Episcopalian is being part of a group that has traditions going back hundreds and hundreds of years. I’ve enjoyed the rites performed at our services and take great comfort is knowing that what I’m doing is being done by others all over the world. Christ commanded that... Continue Reading →
Praying for the Dead
I grew up Southern Baptist where we didn't typically pray for the dead. We prayed for the sick and we would pray for the people left behind after death, but prayers for the dead just didn't happen. It was as if they had played the cosmic game of Pac-Man and once they got eaten by... Continue Reading →
All Saints Sunday (from the perspective of a former Baptist)
I live in an area that is dominated by Southern Baptists. Even the mega-churches down here who claim to have no denominational ties have Baptist leanings. I grew up Baptist. Methodists were considered sinful because they dance. The Catholics were one step away from Satan worshippers and Pentecostals were just considered weird. Things have mellowed... Continue Reading →
My Mosaic Life 