HeyJaredThat Episcopal Priest
Living the dream on the OBX, doing my best to love like Jesus, grateful for every new day.
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You Look Tired (opens the original)
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I’m taking some much-needed time away this week from the usual rhythm of preaching, teaching, pastoral care, and parish administration. I’m not the best at minding my calendar so I still managed to start next week off with a vestry meeting. Still, I have hopes that a little rest might leave me looking refreshed, renewed, perhaps even radiant. Apparently my face didn’t get the memo.“Are you all right? You look tired.” This is a question people ask me with great tenderness and absolutely no awaren
The Side-eye of Grace (opens the original)
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It happened every Christmas morning at my house. My sisters and I would tear open a present, and for a few glorious seconds, it was absolutely wonderful. It is exactly what we wanted, or something we never knew we wanted until it was suddenly there in our hands. And then we’d look across the room. Someone else has opened a larger box, a shinier package, a newer version, or the toy we wanted too. Nothing has happened to the gift in our own hands. It didn’t become smaller. Nothing has been taken a
When it’s time for me to die, will you have to switch me off? (opens the original)
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“When it’s time for me to die, will you have to switch me off?” is not a question I ever expected marriage to produce. We’ve discussed finances and funerals and who gets the silver. At no point did anyone mention firmware. I have become increasingly concerned that dying now requires a call to technical support. There was a time when you died, the priest came, the family gathered, someone made a casserole, you called the funeral home, maybe you had to navigate that tricky family relationship that
The Door Behind Us (opens the original)
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Night had fallen by the time they reached the water. Behind them lay Egypt. Somewhere in the darkness came the sound they had dreaded: at first only a distant tremor in the earth, then the dull percussion of horses, the grinding of wheels, the gathering thunder of chariots moving through the night. Pharaoh had changed his mind.<a class="image-link image2 is-viewable-img" href="https://images.unsplash.com/photo-1437751059337-ea72d4f73fcf?crop=entropy&cs=tinysrgb&fit=max&fm=jpg&ixid=M3wzMDAzMzh8MH
The Debt of Love (opens the original)
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There’s a fantasy we create about good communities. We imagine that if people truly love one another, they will get along. If a family is healthy enough, there will be little conflict. If a friendship is strong enough, no one will say the wrong thing. If a church is loving enough, everyone will be happy. And when conflict does come, when somebody gets angry or hurt, when someone behaves badly, or when somebody says something that cannot be ignored, we may begin to wonder whether something has go
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