Liminal Space

Can you pray for me, Stay awake for me, Remain here, and Watch over me? Can you see the Altar bare, Let go of wondering where The pretty things went While I carry this cross for you? Can you let go of what you need Turn your focus unto me, Hear my fervent pleas From the garden of Gethsemane? Will you take this bread, Drink this wine And every single time Receive this grace In remembrance of me? Can you be bereft of me believe in me For through brief emptiness... Read More
Posted by Connie Cruthirds at Friday, April 14, 2017 | 0 comments
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Both Feet In

It’s a funny thing about feet in our culture. They are fully useful appendages, worth more than their weight in our well-being and mobility. But they embarrass us. Perhaps it’s their lowliness. Or perhaps the way they form over time says something about the load we carry. And how we carry it. Jesus knew this too. But he also knew that if leadership were only making decisions in the biblical boardroom and teaching a continually dumbfounded population, the disciples included, being... Read More
Posted by Jane Roberts at Wednesday, April 12, 2017 | 0 comments
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Living Deeply into Not-Knowing

Monday evening at the end of our EfM (Education for Ministry) group at St. George’s Episcopal Church led by Verlinda Henning and Gerry Brent, Verlinda urged us to walk with Jesus this week, as if we are walking next to him, experiencing the emotions, the darkness, the pain, the fear, as if we don’t know what will happen. We don’t know. We all left the room in silence under the weight of her words. It’s true, we don’t know. I feel urged to live deeply into that... Read More
Posted by Joan Biddle at Wednesday, April 12, 2017 | 0 comments
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Voice in Wilderness Startled Me with Awe

Not that I ever doubt the words from the pulpit, but for me, no words have ever become more alive than the ones Father Sandy shared in his sermon just prior to Lent. He referred to Lent as a time to reflect on where we have become separated from God. He referred to the wilderness as “Holy Ground” where we can face our demons, name our fears and see God's divinity. He called it “a place where it is good for us to be there. Not easy, but good.” ... Read More
Posted by Connie Cruthirds at Wednesday, April 12, 2017 | 0 comments
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CHC's a link in sustainable food chain

Every Tuesday, a miracle of modern ag marketing begins rolling through the doors of Memphis Tilth on Suzette, a short street of squat, brick buildings from the 1940’s that once houses a hive of auto-repair businesses. A few residuals of the era remain but not a lick at 575 Suzette, where a well-swept concrete floor replaced the shop car lifts. A new walk-in cooler hums in the background. Farmers stride through the double-wide doors with bins of lettuces, ruby-stemmed chard,... Read More
Posted by Jane Roberts at Monday, April 3, 2017 | 0 comments
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A mother's heart holds it all

“His mother treasured all these things in her heart.” -Luke 2:51 By Joan Biddle, Some of Jesus’s actions must have confounded his mother at first, but still she treasured each thing he did in her heart, kept the memories safe in the deepest folds of her being. Motherhood can be one of the hardest things in the world. You don’t always know what to do or say, or how to help shape your little ones for the future. Sometimes, their actions just confound you.... Read More
Posted by Joan Biddle at Monday, March 20, 2017 | 1 comments
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Breakfast at St. Mary's Cathedral will rock your soul

By the Reverend Sandy Webb On the banks of Galilee, Jesus said: “Come, have breakfast.” On Wednesdays, St. Mary’s Episcopal Cathedral downtown does the same – worship and breakfast at 8:00 a.m. The service is entirely familiar, yet entirely unique. The words are the same, but their significance is greater. Most of the people at this service are either homeless or in danger of losing whatever housing they may have. “Give us this day our daily bread,”... Read More
Posted by The Reverend Sandy Webb at Monday, March 13, 2017 | 0 comments
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Chemo done, grateful mom assigning each week of Lent to purposeful reflection

By Connie Cruthirds, The past 31 months have taught me to count in new ways. When my son, Adam, was diagnosed with cancer, I couldn’t fathom what it would be like to get to the end of his treatment 913 days later. It was the hardest journey we could have ever imagined, but we got down to zero days left this week. The past two days have been filled with celebrations as Adam received his last of more than 1,000 doses of chemo at St. Jude Children’s Research Hospital on Feb... Read More
Posted by Connie Cruthirds at Wednesday, March 1, 2017 | 4 comments
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Sometimes saltiness is inspired by tears

            13  “You are the salt of the earth; but if salt has lost its taste, how can its saltiness be restored? It is no longer good for anything, but is thrown out and trampled under foot. -Matthew 5:13 By Joan Biddle On a hillside in Ireland, a young girl walks a path. She’s lost. A handsome Irishman comes along, helps her find her way, and the rest is history. Years later, the man, the girl’s husband,... Read More
Posted by Joan Biddle at Thursday, February 9, 2017 | 0 comments
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Pain Woke My Life Up | By Connie Cruthirds

(Editor’s note: In January, Holy Communion members Kendra Propst and Judy Horning Amsler organized the congregation’s first women’s retreat in years. It was enormous success with more than 85 participants. And it inspired this from Connie Cruthirds, longtime member and mother of a teenager finishing nearly three years of treatment at St. Jude Children’s Research Hospital.) It’s been 31 months since Adam was diagnosed with cancer and we became a St. Jude... Read More
at Sunday, February 5, 2017 | 1 comments
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The Thrill of Hope | The Reverend Sandy Webb at Feast of Lights

SERMON St. Mary’s Episcopal Cathedral Feast of Lights 2017: The Thrill of Hope The Reverend Sandy Webb January 8, 2017 In the Name of God: Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. Amen. We begin tonight with the words of the Prophet Isaiah: “Arise, shine; for your light has come, and the glory of the Lord has risen upon you.” Familiar in our mouths as household words, Isaiah’s prophecy would have sounded very different in his day. Six... Read More
Posted by The Reverend Sandy Webb at Monday, January 9, 2017 | 0 comments
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Sandy's chapel talk on the 11th day of Christmas

Opening Joke: What disease do you get when you eat Christmas tree ornaments? … Tinsel-itis. As we discussed yesterday, Christmas is a twelve-day season, and it’s only the eleventh day. Merry Christmas! I wish that my birthday celebration lasted for twelve days, but I will acknowledge that Jesus may be a special case: Word of the Father, now in flesh appearing, et cetera, et cetera. Christians around the world, along with many secular people as well, marked the significance of... Read More
Posted by The Reverend Sandy Webb at Wednesday, January 4, 2017 | 0 comments
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I know that by giving to Holy Communion, I am giving to a very diverse community | Brandy Parrish Wade

For me, stewardship is first and foremost an expression of gratitude for the immeasurable blessings that God has given me.    One of those blessings is the community of faith that I have found at Holy Communion.  The faith community at this church has been loving; It is accepting of those who are the same and those who are different; It is charitable; It is generous; It is civic- minded. I could go on but I will, instead, share an example.... Read More
at Sunday, October 16, 2016 | 0 comments
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Giving not a chore but a grateful response to God's goodness

I have been involved in Stewardship Sunday for many years. In the early days of this church, members called on each other in their homes. While giving as a response to God's blessings was always a part of the stewardship message, there was also much emphasis on the needs of Church of the Holy Communion and its growing congregation. As the parish grew, personal visits became difficult. So changes were made. But the message didn't change. In my own journey of faith, I have become aware... Read More
at Wednesday, October 12, 2016 | 0 comments
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I give because Holy Communion feeds me | Stewardship reflection by Charlton Lyons

I give because Holy Communion feeds me. Physically - not only with “bread alone” but with the exercise I get from the Book It 5K. With Julie Fike’s and Robert Propst's help and patience, I now have a regular exercise regime that physically feeds my health. Socially - from our many gatherings on Sundays, Wednesday nights and special events like the parish picnic. Emotionally - Dianne and I have been on the receiving end of pastoral care and know how... Read More
at Wednesday, October 5, 2016 | 0 comments
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