We baptized a young adult this morning who first started coming to church after discovering my TikTok account. Which isn’t to say that TikTok leads to salvation - or that I’m a “baptism influencer.” But it’s a reminder that the Holy Spirit can and does work in amazing and surprising ways. TBTG!

Met a toddler named Malachi at Trader Joe’s today. Yowza! That name is pure fire!

If your wedding inquiry includes the word “venue,” we are not likely a good fit…

Had dinner tonight with a LEGIT war hero. Ever grateful.

You know, if you’re planning to do a “period liturgy” tomorrow, I do hope you intend to preach for an hour.

Rite I: “All men are created equal” Rite II: “All are created equal”

American Preachers looking at 4th of July weekend.

I admit I sometimes wonder how much the church spends annually for bishops to fly to other bishops’ consecrations.

Shoutout to those of us with dead dads who miss their dead dads!

This day is ENDLESS! #summersolstice

None of this would have happened if they’d painted the Reflecting Pool Sarum Blue.

Want to come work with me in Palm Beach? It’s never dull around here! episcopalnewsservice.org/jobs/associa...

Went to a new barber today. When he learned I was an Episcopal priest, he asked me what I thought about “gay Christians.” When I told him they were beloved children of God, he started lecturing me about the nature of sin. I am currently looking for a new barber.

All seven verses of St. Patrick’s Breastplate today. Obviously.

Oh God, I just realized I’m going to CREDO on Tuesday and haven’t done a lick of the pre-conference materials. In other news, I need to hire another full-time priest at Bethesda-by-the-Sea. Anyone want to move to Palm Beach?! We’re doing some great things, having fun, making disciples, growing, etc.

The pope writes 42,000 words (presumably without the help of AI) and I can barely pull together 1,200 every week! (also, presumably without AI).

“I know it's your day off and I'm very sorry to bother you but…” I’m totally putting this on my tombstone.

Had something happen yesterday I’ve never seen before in 25 years of ordained ministry. A bishop, during a visitation for confirmations, put an offering in the collection plate when it came up to the altar. Not in a showy way - he just called the acolyte over and put in a check. Grateful for that!

Sorry mom, but Sixth Sunday of Easter > Mother’s Day

In the end, I decided NOT to have a conversation with the person sitting at the table next to me in the coffee shop today.

Did a rare Rite I funeral today. Which reminds me that Rite I funerals are the best funerals.

A doctor? Well, in that case…“Physician, heal thyself!”

I’m so glad that we have an Archbishop of Canterbury who is also “weak on crime.”

In a world of Pharaohs and Herods, the Prince of Peace reigns supreme.

Genocide is not one of the fruits of the spirit.

My staff thinks I’m an idiot!

One of my favorite services of the year is also the one that’s most overlooked: The liturgy for Holy Saturday. Pause amid the preparation, experience the void, sit in the stillness, seek the holiness of almost but not yet.

Why is it no one ever mentions the FIRST seven words of Christ?!

Live Watch Cam from Bethesda-by-the-Sea in Palm Beach. “Can you not watch with me one hour?” #MaundyThursday

Spy Wednesday is the best Wednesday.

Seriously though, the Oil of the Catechumens is the chrism mass version of the poor stepchild.

On Palm Sunday, I can never decide whether or not I have live donkey envy.

Friendly reminder that if you’re singing the Exsultet for the first time at this year’s Easter Vigil, you should start practicing…three months ago.

Speaking of which, in my Maundy Thursday sermon, should I use the line, “something’s afoot??”

Something’s afoot.

Nothing like a joyful dose of God-inspired goodness reverberating throughout the Anglican Communion to bring out the online hate and misogyny. Holy buckets!

Here’s something Jesus didn’t say: “Lazarus just died. Good, I’m glad he’s dead.”

Consoler-in-Chief

If you want to start a fight in an Irish pub today, while sipping your green beer remind everyone that St. Patrick was actually British.

Seriously though. It might be time to fill up the gas tank.

We’ll be reading the very-long-every-three-years gospels in parts the next three Sundays to save our deacon’s voice and break it up a bit. Great stories, but too much to hear in one voice!

Based on an awful lot of social media posts I’ve seen, I feel it’s important to remind people that bloodlust is not one of the fruits of the spirit.

I’ll be announcing my new church initiative this weekend: OPERATION EPIC GRACE.

I’m giving up coffee for Lent. HAHAHAHAHA. No.

Seriously, though, will he end up in the Tower of London?

After years of being at Shrove Tuesday parishes, I’m now at a Mardi Gras parish. I miss the pancake races and explaining the verb “to shrive,” though admittedly the food and music are better.

Culture wars are exhausting. Outrage du jour is exhausting. Tribalism is exhausting.

I’m no communications specialist, but this seems like an odd choice for an image to go with this diocesan event…

Like a bad fungus, the Patriots are back in the Super Bowl.

Major winter storms across the country on Sunday can only mean one thing: God detests Annual Meetings!