July 26, 2009, The Eighth Sunday after Pentecost
One of the realities of human life is the internal push and pull between selfishness and generosity. It is the tension between looking after #1 and contributing to the larger […]
One of the realities of human life is the internal push and pull between selfishness and generosity. It is the tension between looking after #1 and contributing to the larger […]
July 19, 2009The Rev. Natasha Brubaker GarrisonYear B, Proper 11, Seventh Sunday after Pentecost I would like us all to take a minute and think about someone who has been […]
Sunday, July 12, 2009The Rev. Natasha Brubaker GarrisonProper 9, Year B Today’s readings are nothing if not an interesting mélange. What is the thread that binds them together? What is […]
Third Sunday after PentecostJune 21, 2009The Rev. Tasha Brubaker Garrison Antonio Machado once quipped: Mankind has four things that are no good at sea: rudder, anchor, oars—and the fear of […]
Sunday, June 14, 2009Third Sunday after PentecostThe Rev. Tasha Brubaker Garrison There is a story about the Buddha and mustard seeds. Kisa Gotami was a young, poor girl, who had […]
Sunday, June 14, 2009Third Sunday after PentecostThe Rev. Tasha Brubaker Garrison There is a story about the Buddha and mustard seeds. Kisa Gotami was a young, poor girl, who had […]
The Holy Trinity, June 7, 2009The Rev. Tasha Brubaker Garrison Trinity Sunday! That most wonderful and wonderfully messy feast day. If you think I am going to be able to […]
May 24, 2009The Rev. Tasha Brubaker Garrison+7th Sunday of Easter, Year B Ascension has always been an odd theological dictum for me to grasp. The feast of the Ascension of […]
Alleluia! His is risen! (joyfully) Alleluia! He is risen. (questioning) Alleluia! He is risen. (awe, whispered, fright) Imagine you are with these women. What incredible, unbelievable, astonishing news you have […]
April 11, 2009The Rev. Tasha Brubaker GarrisonEaster Vigil, Year B The light of Christ is burning at the heart of the world. Through the darkness and the emptiness a spark […]