Joshua Whitfield
March 16, 2020
It was inevitable, a question of when and not if.
February 28, 2020
Maybe there just aren’t saints anymore. Maybe there never were.
February 21, 2020
Think with me, please, on the organ and the organist. There’s something to learn.
January 17, 2020
What if, saving our bodies, we destroy our souls?
December 20, 2019
Can we imagine enemies as friends, or an addict who’s finally free? What about your husband, your wife, your own hard heart? Can you imagine these surprisingly new? What about us? Can we imagine ourselves beautifully better, different? Can we conceive it? Is it even sensible to try, to ask these questions of hope?
May 12, 2024
A mother was here earlier today. I stood with her, there in front of the altar.
April 27, 2024
We must be quite careful how we interpret these words of Jesus. John’s gospel is in every syllable a mystical text, and so one must take care not to read these words superficially or to misread them entirely.
April 21, 2024
You’ve often heard me say how our experience of Christianity, of the Church, is so very different from the Church of the past, from the Christianities of long ago.
April 14, 2024
It was a strange and gutsy thing to say, dangerous to interpret: what Peter said.
March 31, 2024
Happy Easter, everyone! Welcome to us! I hope you got the seats you wanted!
March 31, 2024
I’m a bit confused by the gospel reading we’ve just heard, this passage from Mark.