Faith in Progress

June 28, 2015 Mark 5:21-43 Last week I went to a meeting of people interested in talking about how we can support the public schools and the diverse interests of the students in this area.  I’ve seen some of the struggles in our schools while serving on the PTA board at Fort Hunt and volunteering in my kids’ classrooms, and through the work we’ve been doing here at St. Aidan’s to help out with the weekend food needs of the at-risk kids.  So when Tuck Bowerfind, the rector of St. Luke’s, sent out an email seeking people to be in conversation about the needs of the schools and how the community can support the kids, I was on board.   Monday night I sat at a long table with a bunch of other folks - teachers, community leaders, clergy, and even a School Board candidate.  We introduced ourselves and talked about why we were there.  I began to see that there was a wide range of interests, from one person who wanted smaller classroom sizes, to another who wanted to return all the

June 7, 2015 Genesis 3:8-15 Growing up, my sister and I often would spend time in the summer staying with my grandparents in Oregon.  Their house was magical to me.  It was small and simple but it had all the things that matter to a kid.  A comfy porch swing.  A big dining room table where we could all gather for meals and art projects and tea parties and Canasta games.   And a long second floor attic space with soft shag carpeting and dusty curtains that could be pulled to divide the room for privacy.  This attic had been where my father and his two brothers grew up, and it became the communal bedroom for whichever kids were staying there a generation later.   The dingy, un-air-conditioned attic I think used to horrify my mother.  It was really just a glorified storage area, jammed full of all the stuff that had been collected over the years.  But the stuff was so cool!  Once we discovered that a piece of the wood paneling opened to reveal a little hidden area that held