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“The One Who Stands”
Remembering Enmegahbowh, Priest and Missionary, 1902 in the Shadow of Empire He stoodnot with sword,but with Spirit.Not to conquer,but to heal.They called him Enmegahbowhthe one who stands before his peopleand stand he did,between the Cross and the Crown,between tribe and church,between war cries and whispered prayers.He did not bend to empire.He did not sell his…
The Quiet Hush of Christmas Eve
There is a sacred stillness that descends on Christmas Eve, a quiet hush that seems to envelop the world. Even on our bustling island, where summer breezes once carried the laughter of beachgoers, the crisp winter air feels charged with something unspoken, something holy. The streets are quieter now, the shorebirds fewer, and the waves…
Rabbi, How do you know light?
I haven’t written in some weeks. It’s been a rollercoaster of a January. We have had much to celebrate and just as much to mourn. On the bright side, I have accepted a call as Rector of St. Mary’s Episcopal Church in Stone Harbor, New Jersey and my brother-in-law was gifted with a new heart….
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Basin, Towel, and Love: A Maundy Thursday Reflection
Originally published: April 17,2025 This morning, I’ve been sitting quietly with John 13. A sacred moment unfolds before us—Jesus, on the eve of betrayal, takes off his outer robe, wraps a towel around himself, pours water into a basin, and kneels to wash the feet of his disciples.He doesn’t preach.He doesn’t perform.He simply serves.And in…
