"There's no place like home:" latest essay at the Episcopal Café

So much for no blogging. Today happens to be the day that my July essay is published at The Episcopal Café, and I promised you a link. Here it is, with a couple of teaser paragraphs below. (Neither is the paragraph on the Café front page, which really does not summarize or call attention to the major point of the piece. I think someone on the editorial staff just grabbed it because it sounded Lambeth-y, which the piece is not, at least directly. It's very much a personal reflection -- with broader implications.)

... This land is not my land nor the land my body loves. It is not the place of my birth. In other ways it is becoming home, not least because of the church. These simultaneous truths speak to me as I walk, step by step, on a quiet summer evening in a labyrinth bounded with stone.

... my life has schooled me for the church, for broad belonging, for holding many people – and peoples – in my heart at once. It is no accident that theologies of the communion of saints and of the body of Christ are among those I treasure most and find most sustaining. ...

Read it all here. The permanent link is here.

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