Writing

There are places that become more than destinations. They become mirrors, revealing not only where you’ve been but who you are becoming. For two weeks this summer, my son and I returned to St. Columba’s Episcopal Church in Inverness, California—a place that has quietly shaped my life for the past two years. What began as time away during my sabbatical became something far richer: a pilgrimage into priesthood, wonder, and joy. The first days were spent preparing for Father Vin

My final sermon at Nativity, a celebration of ordination, and an invitation to remember those who have helped carry you. There are seasons in life that quietly shape you long before you realize what they have given you. This past Sunday I preached my final sermon at Nativity before beginning my new call this fall. Over the past year, first as a Postulant and then as a Deacon, this little congregation has taught me something I’ll carry for the rest of my priesthood: the Church

Reflections on Ordination Weekend Full of Paradoxes Everyone said, “Be as present as possible” and “try not to be nervous.” I worried neither of those things would happen. I told friends I was most worried about the blessings afterwards. There were 1 million details swirling in my mind and heart. What if I just forgot all the words? From the moment I walked into the cathedral Saturday morning, my heart was beating out of my chest, but it wasn’t nerves. It was sheer excitement