Galatians 1:11-24
I want to share a story with you this morning and when I’m finished I will tell you who the author is. There is a book names Mr. Peabody’s Apples. In this story all the good people of Happyville live a fine existence. Sort of like Andy Griffith’s Mayberry…

John 18:1-19:42
When I was just starting first grade I became very ill. The pediatrician was puzzled what was causing my high temperature. I was sick but had no discernable symptoms. After several days passed and I wasn’t getting any better the doctor told my mom he had gone as far as he could; I would have to go to the hospital…

John 2:1-11
As a hospital chaplain I have heard many stories over the years, some very sad and some inspiring. I’d like to share a story with you today that I believe is a blend of both. I first met Ann (which is not her real name) about a year ago at Rex Nursing and Rehab Facility in Apex…

John 6:51-58
If you heard Lauren’s homily last week, you know how she spoke of the recurring theme of bread that keeps popping up in our Gospels of late. I must admit I have had this overwhelming desire to stand up here and simply say “ditto” to all she said last week and then sit down…

Mark 6:1-13
Failure is a word that strikes fear in the heart of everybody. Our society has become so success oriented that we have very little tolerance for failure. How many times have we heard, “Failure is not an option?” …

If you took a quick peek at Craig’s and my kitchen table right now, you would see about six Post-It or sticky notes affixed to it. Actually it’s a very common occurrence in our house…

My fishing history is very short and not so sweet. My first encounter came when our youngest son Steven was almost six years old. Craig had introduced our two sons to fishing and it was love at first sight for both of them. And when Craig and Rob were going to a Cub Scout function, younger brother Steve was a bit put out. So Craig suggested I take him fishing at the Deerfield Beach pier…

Since this is the first time we’re gathering after Thanksgiving, may I offer this prayer: O God, when I have food help me to remember the hungry. When I have work help me to remember the jobless. When I have a home help me to remember those who have no home at all. When I am without pain help me remember those who suffer…

Since I had done the Memorial Day homily, I thought it was only fitting to bookend the summer by volunteering to do the Labor Day homily as well. I honestly can’t believe that the summer is about over. I don’t know about you, but I still have some more summer left in me. But our kids are back at school and Fall is fast approaching. I am certainly not sorry that I volunteered to do today’s homily, but I have to admit that today’s Gospel is in many ways one of the most difficult passages to interpret in the whole of Matthew’s gospel…

I think it was about 5 or 6 years ago, I’m not sure, when I was driving down to Women’s Beach Week with two very good friends. We were headed to Emerald Isle, and my husband Craig had reminded me several times of where I was to turn off of I-40. Oh yes, I told him, not to worry. I know exactly where to go…