Saturday, July 25, 2009

Episcopal Cafe Essay

After a steady diet of General Convention on all things Episcopal/Anglican sites I have an essay published that has NOTHING to do with convention...but everything to do with the household of God. Feel free to peruse, and comment, as I share the details of my first baptism. I wrote this essay in light of my first baptism in a church setting--all my other baptisms as a priest had taken place in the hospital. So, I reflected on what was my first--and will continue to reflect on what it means for the crucifixion and baptism to be so intertwined in my theological understanding.

2 comments:

KD said...

Oh, Joy, even now I can feel your pain and sorrow. And I am so glad that it was you there with that child and that family. Thank you.

Joy said...

Thanks. It's less pain now than it used to be.

Suffer some so that others might suffer less?

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