At my father's humble grave, I saw the courageous seasons of his life

We buried my dad last Monday. His four children, grandchildren and those they love woke early on Memorial Day, crowded into two cars and drove to Stuttgart, Ark. In one car, the occupants faithfully played the “Alphabet Game,” watching for each letter on some car or sign. In the other car, we traveled with Dad’s remains in a cube-shaped brass urn with his name, John Burnett, taped on it. Next to his name was a series of numbers representing his... Read More
Posted by Connie Cruthirds at Sunday, June 4, 2017 | 5 comments
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'I am way, truth and life' is the example, not biblical one-upmanship

By the Reverend Dr. Gillian Klee Reflection at 5:30 p.m., May 14 It was the funeral of the Emperor Franz Josef of Austria. He was to be buried with his Hapsburg ancestors in the burial vaults in the Capuchin Monastery in Vienna. A grand procession made its way past the crowds to the monastery gate. The herald rapped on the gate and from within the Abbot asked, “Who are you, who knocks?” The Herald replied, “I am Franz Josef, Emperor of Austria, King of... Read More
Posted by Jane Roberts at Monday, May 15, 2017 | 0 comments
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Campus cheers retiree - face of security, compassion

Buford Harbin, security guard for more than 17 years at St. Mary’s Episcopal School and Church of the Holy Communion, got a hero’s reception Thursday when the entire campus stood and cheered as he walked down the aisle in a surprise chapel in honor of his retirement. As he passed each row, the applause and cheers grew louder,  reverberating to the domed ceiling, as the girls of St. Mary’s celebrated the humble man whose work uniform always includes a neon vest with... Read More
Posted by Jane Roberts at Thursday, May 11, 2017 | 0 comments
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As wedding season approaches, shake the hankies for our bride czar

It’s easy to look like the world’s your oyster if you can ease the assorted tangles of one of life’s most emotional events while still wearing your best Merry-Wives-of-Windsor smile. Milton Rogers, who celebrates her tenth year as wedding coordinator at Church of the Holy Communion this month, has presided over some doozies of dilemmas, including the time a bridesmaid broke out in spots or the time she sweetly (but firmly) dispatched a Memphis police officer to The Peabody... Read More
Posted by Jane Roberts at Thursday, May 4, 2017 | 0 comments
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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 | 2 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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