Reflections from Mike

If you were a first century Jewish-Christian, you would have believed the dead will rise when Jesus returns. Read More...
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Stewardship Campaign

Just a short message to encourage you to bring your pledge cards to service on Sunday. Read More...
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Convention 09 Retrospective - Bishop Dan

We had a more relational convention this year -- less focus on transacting business; more emphasis on developing relationships among people who did not know each other. Read More...
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The Vatican Invitation To Disaffected Anglicans - Bishop Dan

I am just emerging from Diocesan Convention, so this is my first chance to respond to those who have wanted to hear my thoughts on the Vatican Statement inviting disffected Anglican congregations to become Roman Catholics, Read More...
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W.W.J.D.?

W.W.J.D.?

Some stories make this question easier to ask and answer than others. The story of the blind beggar Bartimaeus in this week’s Gospel lesson (Mark 10:46-52) is one such story.
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A “Thursday Reflections” on a Friday?

A “Thursday Reflections” on a Friday?  What’s up with that?!? Somewhere between out of town guests and uncooperative copy machines and car accidents and the stuff of life, here it is: your reflection arrives on Friday.  We are an imperfect people! Read More...
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I had one of those terrible, horrible, no good, very bad days recently.

I had one of those terrible, horrible, no good, very bad days recently.  The toilet was stopped up when I went use it in the morning.  The car wouldn’t start.  On our way to the morning bus stop, another bus stop mom called to say that the bus was arriving early.  There was no juice to drink breakfast.  The cat threw up on the carpet.  It was one of those days.
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Invitations from Fr. Mike

Invitations from Fr. Mike

Two events are happening at St Timothy’s to which folks from Epiphany are invited:
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I danced in the chapel last night.

I danced in the chapel last night. After corporate worship, after wine
and chocolate and stories, I returned alone to the stillness of the gently
lit Gothic arches, the worn oddity of the choir chairs, the clean cushion
of Catholic carpet, and I danced, my body stretching and leaping, spinning
and striving, giving voice to the hope and joy and frustration and sorrow
and love that fill my heart.
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