Joshua Whitfield
April 19, 2020
Words, to quote T. S. Eliot, “Crack and sometimes break.”[1] C. S. Lewis called it “verbicide,” the killing of a word by overuse.[2] This can sometimes happen to words: they get worn out and bent, sometimes corrupted and altered beyond their original meaning all together, sometimes for better, sometimes for worse.
April 10, 2020
I always like to sing the Gospel of John on Good Friday, even though it’s long. In exchange I try to preach briefly; at least I try my best.
April 9, 2020
To put it very simply, what we do this evening is what faithful people have always done and will until the end of time: since Egypt, since the desert, since Christ, and unto the heavenly Jerusalem. It is why we are here.
April 5, 2020
There’s a story of a man who after his death found himself at the gate of heaven. Before him stood an angel staring at him silently.
April 4, 2020
Egeria, a fourth-century widow and pilgrim to Jerusalem, describes the procession from the Mount of Olives to the Church of the Holy Sepulchre.