Worship in the season of Lent is always pointing us back to our baptism, which is the promise of God’s grace, the welcome into God’s family, and the invitation to life and death in Christ…
when innocent children and women and men are shot and killed on their own blocks, and in their own schoolyards, what does it mean for their families to turn the other cheek?
Each year, we invite you to help make ready for Easter at St. Luke’s by ordering some Easter flowers. This year, we’re excited to invite you to place your order and make your donation online! You don’t need to sign into Church Community Builder to do so because we’ve made a simple form you can fill
My grandmother reminded her family through her lived example that to be a Christian is to be the constant vanguard of love, to cull a vision of community out of the darkest times, when we feel we’re at our most vulnerable.
Since the fourth century, Lent has been a time when individuals preparing for baptism are instructed in the Christian faith. For those already baptized Lent offers opportunity to deepen our own spiritual practices and renew our own faith journeys.
To kick-off our LGBTQ Justice campaign, we are hoping to hold two book studies in March. We hope you’ll indicate your interest by signing up.
“God’s word and sacramental gifts, accompanied by the prayers and presence of sisters and brothers in Christ, are also the means of grace for people in circumstances outside the primary worshipping assembly: in times of crisis, when confronting matters of sickness and health, in the time of dying and after death, and on many other
How did you become a Christian? Who passed on to you what they in turn had received from others? Who have been your teachers in the faith? Whose words, actions, witness or example have you followed as you practiced your faith?
What does it mean to “be a man?” How do traditional understandings of masculinity and femininity affect relationships, culture, and society at large? Was Jesus a “manly man?”
I couldn’t pray because deep down I just didn’t believe it was going anywhere, or that I would ever know if it was doing any good. I was totally done, and I was hurt, and I broke up with Jesus (loudly, in the chapel, flailing my fists)…