Surely, it is God who saves me; I will trust in him and not be afraid. For the Lord is my stronghold and my sure defense, and he will be my Savior. One morning, as I walked the carefully made labyrinth at All Saints, I prayed the Canticle from Morning Prayer, The First Song of Isaiah, BCP p. 86. I didn’t have the song memorized, so I carried my cellphone, its prayer app glowing with that morning’s readings. As I moved along the winding path, the Canticle unfolded for me in a

Al Bright, A Master's Piece, 1986, oil on canvas – Taubman Museum of Art - Roanoke, VA My initial plans were to go hiking in Virginia, but thunderstorms forced me to change them. The irony was finding inspiration about wide-open spaces within the enclosed space of an art museum. I had never been to Roanoke, Virginia before, and I was pleasantly surprised by how much history and culture the area offered. Visiting the Taubman Art Museum turned out to be a perfect, unexpected

Holidays invite us to recognize, commemorate, and cherish what feels like a gift or a blessing. When I recently wrote about Mother’s Day, I explored how complex the holiday can be for many people. Now, we find ourselves at Father’s Day, which carries its own heavy significance. Relationships with father figures are rarely straightforward. They are a patchwork of shifting seasons, layered emotions, and vivid memories. As I researched the history of Father’s Day, I was struck b