Dear Friends,

This Sunday we will not hear an Epistle from Paul, or Peter, or any of the other sacred texts of the New Testament. Instead, we will hear from the sacred texts of the lives of our Making Your Mark camp leaders; a "Living Epistle."

Among the astounding things that Christ revealed to us in his life was that all God's people have a share in the priestly work of "lifting up" God's gifts; of celebrating what God has given and offering it back to God with the actions of our lives. In the words of Peter, "You are a royal priesthood and a priestly kingdom." This Sunday we will celebrate God's gifts received and offered back to God in the sights, sounds, songs, games, and creation of our summer art camp.

Our coffee hour will also showcase pictures of Making Your Mark Camp, and offer ways to connect to the camp if you want to.

I hope you can come and see, through the window of our Epistle, what God is making of us along the way.

In Christ,


Dear Friends,

In about the year 380, a pilgrim named Egeria traveled from her home in contemporary Spain or France to the city of Jerusalem. Her destination was not just this city, but the events of Holy Week. In careful detail she recounts the worship, the movements around the city to each holy site in turn.

She lovingly notes that because some folks walked with canes or a limp, the processions simply took longer, as all were equal participants in remembrance of our Lord's passion. And she tells how the wood of the cross of Christ was brought out for veneration, guarded closely by two deacons, for one time a pilgrim had bent to kiss the wood, and while so doing had attempted to take a piece with them by biting it off!

Egeria helps me remember the wonder and physicality of Holy Week. Here is something to travel the world for. Here is something to sink your teeth into! Here is something for the whole Body of Christ to enter into and be transformed by.

Our own Holy Week Schedule is below. Mark your calendars, and come hungry.

In Christ,


Palm Sunday

March 25  10am worship (no 8am service)

Maundy ThursdayMarch 29  6pm Agape Meal,7-9pm Worship

Good FridayMarch 30 5pm Living Stations of the Cross (All Ages), 7PM Worship

Easter EveMarch 31  7:15pm Great Vigil of Easter

Easter Day, April 1

Ecumenical Worship: 6:30am Sunrise Service,155 Putney Hill Road, Breakfast to follow at First Church

Worship at St. Andrew's: 8:00am Holy Eucharist of Easter, 10:00am Holy Eucharist of Easter, 11:00am Festive Reception and Easter Egg Hunt

The heavens declare the glory of God,
      and the firmament shows his handiwork.

One day tells its tale to another,
      and one night imparts knowledge to another.

Although they have no words or language,
      and their voices are not heard,

Their sound has gone out into all lands,
      and their message to the ends of the world.

Dear Friends,

This Sunday's Psalm evokes not just the reflection of the Creator in the Creation, but the unending rhythm by which the reflection is impressed upon us.

I drew this liturgical calendar to help me imagine the rhythm in which we teach and Baptize, but it has turned out to be helpful more broadly than I expected. While one season is immersing me, and another bearing down on me, a casual glance reminds me of the deeper cycle in which all this is embedded. I enjoy imaging Jesus the quiet healer even in the rowdiness of Easter. And the seed of the Apostles "Ordinary Time" work even during testing of Holy Week. There is a crisp building of tension through the long Ordinary Time that finds me always jubilant at the turning of All Saints Day as it ushers in the dynamism of our "big name" holidays.

As one day tells its tale to another, there is a playfulness to the flow of time that God has placed us within. I love that our worship reflects that in its spiraling path through the human ages.

This desert time of Lent is intimately bound with the beauty of the child Jesus. And in it the joy, surprise and power of Easter are vernalized like the blossoms of our rhododendrons, for their tandem triumphal explosions of light and color.

May God's rhythm catch you up these days, and your Lenten season be leavened with just the right spice of Advent, Pentecost, or whichever other season you need, to really set it off.

In Peace,


Dear Friends,

Throughout this Lent, St. Andrew's has two beautiful opportunities to get closer to our true selves, closer to God, and closer to each other. See just below for more information on our explorations of Creation, and of the Gospel of John.

I've also been enjoying a third Lenten practice created collaboratively by the Episcopal Church of NH and the NH Black Heritage Trail. It is eminently approachable.

Each day in Lent they offer a provocative prayer and a brief biography of a little known Black New Hampshirite of long ago. Some of these people, like Amos Fortune, are better known, but many of the biographies are necessarily brief, as the historical record contains only footnotes on a marriage here, and a burial there. The footnotes simultaneously obscure and reveal these founders of our state; laborers, political movers, artists, shepherds, caretakers, soldiers, free and enslaved.

As I've read them, the stories have quickly born their hoped-for fruit in me; I see these individuals coming alive as co-builders of New Hampshire, alongside the White figures that I read in most books, and see quoted on trendy plaques in gift shops, and whose poetry is dear to me.

When I learned of Boad's annual summers in what is now Mason, NH, tending many cattle alone and faithfully for months, I immediately knew that he and I shared a care for the woods and rocks and rhythms of this place, and that his care had prepared the way for my own. And in Prince Whipple's abolition petition to the state legislature I recognized the best of community organizing and the people's voice. And how much more galvanizing to envision this courage from one who was yet owned by another under law.

During the last month and a half I've been delving into my ancestry. This has been both beautiful and grief-worn. In my relation to slavery it has placed particulars onto the general knowledge I have of benefiting from historic and continuing racial inequity. I learned that the first Loy of my line in America, John George Loy, arrived 1733, passed on in his will a human being; "John _____. Negro."

Only a half-name listed for this man who co-founded both our nation and my own family. But still, a name. And the door cracked open into imagination, sorrow, repentance, appreciation, and the humility of unknowing.

Amid the beloved gentle Dust-iness of Lent, we have been invited by our Presiding Bishop, General Convention, Diocesan Convention, and certainly and most wondrously by God-self to reflect and repent especially this year of the brokenness enacted in slavery and racism. In these biographical and prayerful Lenten reflections I'm reminded that we (surely without equal choice in the matter) have been broken together. And we are still together. Like the course edges of a cracked mug, the broken edges are also the best place for re-connected, mending, reconciliation.

Lent lets us re-member in this strange Christly wisdom way. Thanks to God. My thanks to the leaders of DioNH and the NH Black Heritage Trail who have offered up this timely window to new life. And a belated and broken/healing thank you to John _____, negro, fellow founder of my family.

In Awe at the Work of Lent,