At an Episcopal music conference years ago, a Memphis colleague said to me, “You know what the scuttlebutt on the street is about Church of the Holy Communion, don’t you? They say that you never hear a bad sermon at Church of the Holy Communion.”
I smiled humbly, took a sip, and quietly said, “Well, yes, that’s true.”
Yesterday morning, the first Sunday in Lent, I heard a sermon that quickly grabbed my attention. Father Sandy’s thesis...