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The Priest, the Levite, and the One Who Got It Right
Proper 10, Year B — Morning Prayer Homily Luke 10:25–37, Psalm 82 A homily by Ericca Cavender-Caldwell The Gospel this morning is one of the most familiar stories in all of Scripture. But that familiarity can sometimes make us overlook its discomfort. We know the narrative: a man is attacked and left half-dead on the side of the road. The priest and the Levite, both respected religious…
Let the Weird Kids Worship
Or: Why the Book of Common Prayer Isn’t a Cage — and Why You Shouldn’t Have to Lead a Committee to Feel Like You Belong Let’s start here: a lot of young people don’t leave church because they hate God. They leave because they didn’t feel safe bringing their full, messy, questioning, crying, dancing, quiet, neurodivergent (which just means people whose brains work a little differently — like…
As for Me and My Apartment, We Will Serve the Lord (From a Folding Chair)
Turns out, the hardest part of answering God’s call is choosing a nightstand. I am five weeks out from seminary, supposed to be preparing my heart and mind for formation — and instead I’m spiraling in the home goods section of the internet. I have an apartment to furnish. Not a dorm room. An actual apartment. With walls. With space. With responsibilities. And absolutely zero…
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A Reflection on Psalm 16
The world feels like it’s holding its breath.
Everything is loud and sharp and exhausted. You can feel it in your shoulders. In your social feeds. In the way everyone either avoids eye contact or stares a little too long. It’s not just our neighbors—though, sure, them too. It’s everywhere: friend groups, group chats, congregations, grocery stores, entire nations.
There’s a low-key background dread humming underneath everything. And honestly? Same.
So I’ve been sitting with Psalm 16, trying not to spiral. One line keeps pulling me back to center:
“My body shall rest in hope.”
