The diagnosis came like a bolt from the blue. As a priest, I have regularly been near death and dying, but I found myself unprepared for the inevitable in my case.
Sermon preached at the enthronement of Bishop Sumner at St. Matthew’s Cathedral, Dallas, 15 November 2015.
Yesterday, I wrote about the Right to Die movement. Today, I outline some theological principles for opposing euthanasia.
So many of the great artists of our generation are consumed by the task of trying to find a way of coping with a meaningless world.
We often seek to set the table, to choose what we think is best for us, to eat something other than what has been given. My grandfather taught me that God has already set the table; he has said his grace.
Last week, I sat by the muddy flume of the Trinity, ate my lunch, and thought about God’s invisible nature, his eternal power and deity. At its best, theology has no technical vocabulary.
My wife and I are raising our two sons in a graveyard. For the churchyard is clearly a place for the living, as well as the dead.
Our concept of communion with the departed is anchored in our theology of Baptism. Baptism begins eternal life.