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My Friends and Fellow Anglicans,

For many of us December is filled with anticipation of a joyous Christmas and shopping for gifts. I want you to consider prayerfully two special gifts this year.

As we have seen in recent blog posts, our marriage liturgy is bursting with meaning and significance for this important covenantal relationship.  Nestled between the powerful, insightful prayers and the pronouncement of peace, the blessing takes its rightful place in the marriage service.  The bride and groom kneel side by side before the altar and under the cross as the officiant prays a power

Words fail me as I have tried to write a response to the shootings in Squirrel Hill on Saturday. I want to express deep sorrow for the pain that the families of those who were killed and the whole Jewish community are experiencing during these days of mourning. I want to explain that those of us who follow Jesus renounce the anti-Semitic hatred of the shooter.

I usually leave a satisfying conference with copious notes and a lengthy to do list. Rarely have I left a conference stunned, challenged, changed. The Call and Response Conference was that kind of conference. The conference planners (including Fr.

In the opening words of the liturgy for Holy Matrimony, the couple presenting themselves to be married, are each asked to declare their commitment to love one another in these reciprocal words, “will you have this woman to be your wife; to live together out of reverence for Christ in the covenant of Holy Matrimony?

Written by The Rev. Bill & Dana Henry

One of the most important and challenging roles for clergy is the preparation of couples for Christian marriage.

Declaration of Intent

Archbishop Beach asked the Bishops of the Anglican Church in North America to highlight marriage in our dioceses this year. As a way of doing that, I’ve asked a group of folks to reflect on what the marriage rite in our new prayer book teaches us about the covenant couples make on their wedding day.

I grew up in an isolated village in Guatemala. Back then, our mail was brought to us twice a week by a man walking across the Cuchumutanes Mountain range to get to us. Urgent communication came to our door as a telegram, sent by Morse code to the local post office. Personal notes and letters, rare though they were, were treasures of gold, savored and saved.