*Please note the update from the Rev. Kim Litsey at the end of this article. It was written prior to the COVID-19 pandemic outbreak. The Lenten Fish and Chips Dinner at St. James’ Episcopal Church, Poquetanuck (Preston), is much more than an average fish fry. It is a sight to be seen, and to be…
For some, the turning of the leaves and crisp cool mornings means pumpkin spice lattes and cozy oversized sweaters. Or if you’re Janet Ainsworth, the coming autumn means it’s time to lace up your hiking boots and hit the trails in one of Connecticut’s 109 state parks. That is exactly what we did last week.
Saturday, I pilgrimaged around Hammonasset Beach State Park with 30 other Episcopalians. We visited four spots nearby the Meigs Point Nature Center. At each spot we prayed, learned, sang, and gave thanks. The gathering consisted mostly of folks from the Southeast and South Central Regions, and the prayers and litanies read were adapted from God’s Good…
I spent my Thursday painting an apartment in Newhallville, New Haven with the 12 young people from Palestine, Israel, and Jordan and the Christian Community Action. This service project was one of seven offered with IWagePeace.org and Jerusalem Peacebuilders’ Interfaith Service Day.
I had heard about this service day from the Rev. Canon Nicholas Porter, Executive Director for Jerusalem Peacebuilders.
I spent last Saturday at a trailhead in Salisbury feeding hikers.
I was joined by two young adults, Elizabeth Peters and Joshua Brown, as well as Dylan Mello, the Northwest Region Missionary and his family. We arrived around 9:45 a.m., unloaded my car with a table, chairs, a cooler of sodas, box of chips, sandwich makings, home-made O’Henry bars, pie, and four gallons of water. Then we waited.
In March of 1911, the rector of Christ Church, New Haven led a procession through my current home. With holy water and incense, he blessed every room. Mary S. Johnson and Josephine A. Lyon had recently moved into this home, St. Hilda’s House, on the corner of Broadway and Elm with the intention “to establish and provide for a place where a certain body of women could live a life of devotion and humble service,” as Lyon writes.
Last Monday, for Memorial Day, I joined the 2019 Connecticut River Pilgrims for a 7.5-mile trip from Rocky Hill to Middletown.
There’s radical hospitality, then there’s the Sacred Harp community. If you were walking by Connecticut Hall on Yale’s Old Campus on the third Sunday in April, you would just assume the four-part in sync chorus you heard was an elite Yale choir. You would never imagine that it is actually a “come-as-you-are,” hodgepodge group of individuals sitting around the perimeter of a room sight-reading sacred hymns.
Last Thursday, I joined the Rev. Rachel Field, the South Central Region Missionary, for a visit to the Dudley Community Garden while she and her partner picked up a roto-tiller from the farm. The community garden occupies just a sliver of the ten-acre Dudley Farm in North Guilford.
Our guest is the Honorable Steven Mullins, President of the Southern Connecticut Chapter of UBE (Union of Black Episcopalians) and Commissioner of Planning & Zoning and a Justice of the Peace in the city of West Haven.