​​​​​​​​​​St. Andrew's Episcopal Church

This is Trinity Sunday. God in three persons--Father, Son and Holy Spirit. There is an ancient story about St. Augustine. One day he took a break from writing about the Trinity to walk along the seashore. He came across a child with a little pail, intently scooping up a pail full of water out of the ocean, walking up the beach and dumping it out into the sand, then going back down to scoop out another pail of water to pour into the sand. Augustine asked the child what he

In the reading from Acts, we just heard about the only so-called drunken escapade ever mentioned in Scripture where there wasn’t a hangover. Nobody passed out. Nobody failed a DUI test. Nobody said things they later regretted or woke up in the wrong bed. There were no kegs of beer in Jerusalem that morning, no empty wine vats—nothing distilled by human hands to lift one’s spirits. This wasn’t a few of the naughty frat boys cooked to a crisp. It wasn’t the wild all night post

I want to begin this morning by asking your prayers for the rector and congregation of All Saints’ Episcopal Church in Beverly Hills. Before I was aware of the sad situation the rector shared via video, I chose one of my favorite hymns, “King of Glory, King of Peace” which we will hear during the time of Communion. It is sung by the choir of All Saints Church. Earlier this week, the church received two threats: that a bomb was planted somewhere in the church and was set to de

About 20 years ago, the Episcopal Cathedral of St. Paul’s in San Diego opened its doors to the family and friends of a thirty-one-year-old gay businessman who served as Vice-President of the San Diego Human Dignity Foundation and the Greater San Diego Business Association. His premature death during a ski vacation from an altitude-induced heart attack stunned the community. The Roman Catholic bishop of San Diego refused him burial, to the shock of the grieving family. It st