A few weeks ago, I think I told you, I was presented with a huge box of stuff I left at St. John's in Waterbury which had been in their archives.
In it was a huge folder of sermons from the early 1990's that I looked through today. Maybe I'll share some of them with you here. Some were fascinating.
What I learned was I used to preach a lot longer 30 years ago than I do now. LONG sermons.
But something else was, I didn't remember having preached any of them!
How could I forget my words and thoughts?
I just did.
It was a comfort to me to look through them with the late March snow swirling outside.
Some of them I admired, but not their length....
Stay well. Wash your hands. Stay home.
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- some ponderings by an aging white man who is an Episcopal priest in Connecticut. Now retired but still working and still wondering what it all means...all of it.
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