What the Episcopal Church means to me

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I have come from a family of Episcopalians, some of my grandfathers were priests. I grew up going to Christ Church in Adams Run.

I like the services and beautiful prayers in the Book of Common Prayer.

Having married the son of a Methodist minister, we most often attended the Methodist Church when we lived in Indiana. I never joined that denomination. Continue reading

The Cross of St. Anne’s

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After the break, Episcopalians in South Carolina talked of ownership. Our conversations were occupied with deeds and titles. Contention over property began within days of the split, and even as I write, the wrangling over property continues in the courts. What do we own? was the question asked on both sides. We own this! was the response. Continue reading

A Christmas in Okatie

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It was an incredible year for us Episcopalians in Okatie. 2013 was a real Christmas story.

It began with confusion, uncertainty, the same question Mary asked of the angel: “How can this be?” But in a bright light at sunrise on our first Easter gathering, saying Morning Prayer together on a dock on the Chechesee River, came the same blessed assurance Mary heard from the angel: “The Holy Spirit will come upon you.” And our journey began. Continue reading

Eyes Opened: The Charleston Hospital Workers movement, 1968-69

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Martin Luther King Jr., was a prophet and poet who moved people with his vision and his words. A prophet sees things that others cannot see. He then describes what he sees and it comes to life. Such was King:

“There comes a time when people get tired of being trampled by oppression. There comes a time when people get tired of being plunged into the abyss of exploitation and nagging injustice.” Continue reading