The oddest thing happened a few weeks ago: my church fell down. A security camera on a nearby building caught the collapse, and I watched it over and over again – the steeple just… falling. (You can see that clip in the video above.) It was so surreal. It was also a bit of a…
Hi, friends! The following is a guest post in a series I kicked off a few weeks ago about what it means to be the church. Please welcome Julia Robertson to Simple Felicity! Grace and peace,Happy In response to COVID-19, my church in rural Pennsylvania forged ahead into the virtual world. We live-stream a Sunday…
Naively, I once wrote an article exploring what it means to “be the church.” A friend shared the link. Someone made derogatory comments. Other friends leapt to my defense. And suddenly there I was, in the middle of a good new-fashioned social media brawl, wondering what in the world had just happened. I’d cited some…
Much like last year, my word for 2019 chose me, but unlike last year, this year’s word didn’t really require any thought at all.
It is raining in Brooklyn today, and between the rain and the cold that I’ve managed to catch, my plans for a hike through the North Woods in Central Park are on hold. Instead, I am curled up under a blanket with a cup of tea, my favorite fall candle (a souvenir from that apple-picking…
