If the Covid-19 pandemic has shown us anything, it is that our lives are deeply interdependent. I am proud to be a part, along with our bishop, of a diverse group of interfaith leaders who speak as one, encouraging congregations to be caring, careful, and to go slow in their plans to reopen.
During the spread of COVID-19 in our world, planning even for the near future has been a difficult and elusive process. But I want you to know our plan for returning to worship at Calvary, as it stands today.
The Community Foundation of Greater Memphis generously awarded $10,000 to Calvary Episcopal Church to assist with food, clothing, and hygiene products for our neighbors who are experiencing homelessness during this difficult time.
He shuffled through the sliding doors to the Emergency Department and stopped at my podium to be screened for entrance into the hospital. He was elderly in his 80’s, and his tired blue eyes matched the color of the mask he wore. I asked, “How can I help you, sir?”
This conversation between the Rev. Paul McLain and Jemar Tisby is among the first in our podcast series with Lenten Preaching Series speakers and other faith leaders, authors, and creative thinkers around the world. Jemar Tisby is the author of The Color of Compromise: The Truth about the American Church’s Complicity in Racism.
During this pandemic there are many ways to help:
So many people tell me they don’t believe in social media. I get it. People will know your life’s details. Some people say they look at Facebook but never post. Well, I get it because it does put you “out there.” I will tell you, though, during this time of isolation and distance,
Dr. Henry Sullivant, a Calvary parishioner and vice president and chief medical officer at Baptist Memorial Health Care, offers the following thanks: “These are kind notes sent to our Baptist Memphis CEO. She reads them aloud at staff meetings. She said people wept. Thanks for your encouragement. These folks are working hard.”
Love in the Time of Cholera by Gabriel Garcia Marquez was a best-selling book when I was in the retail book business back in the 1980s. Its title popped into my mind this morning as I prepared to watch the live-streamed service from our beloved parish church.
A week ago, my schedule was packed; wake up at 5:30, get to school by 7:00, spend eight grueling hours on trigonometry and World War II and everything else, then go to rehearsal for two hours. Sing and dance until 4:00 or 4:30, and then, three or four days a week, head to Sekisui Midtown for a