Quoting, Borrowing, Legal info, etc
- If you would like to borrow something you see here, I ask that you just credit me in some way, either in the footnotes or endnotes or via a nice shout-out. Stealing is bad for the soul.
- Also, if you feel so moved, I’d love to see the final product. Send it to me!
- What I say here should not be taken as the opinion of my parish at St. John’s Episcopal Church. While they are all lovely people, they do not always agree with me 100% of the time, nor should anyone.
- I love red shoes, and I did well before I moved within spitting distance of Kansas. My fondness for red shoes does not reflect my feelings for the Wizard of Oz, and I frequently wear shoes of another color entirely.
- As a blogger for Lent Madness, I have strong opinions on the lives of saints, but really, all the saints are worthy of the Golden Halo, and any trash-talking I might engage in does not reflect negatively on their eternal soul.
Keith Owen here, your priest from childhood in Newport News. You gave communion to my mother Jean in Virginia Beach 15 minutes before she died five years ago.
I just read your “sitting on the floor in the airport” post, and after my heart slowed and tears dried, I had to write you.
I am returning to St. Stephen’s, Newport News, next Sunday to preach as part of their annual Stewardship Drive. I would love to quote your “airport floor” post extensively. I hope that will be okay. And I will make it the central point of my sermon to credit you, and to suggest to the good (but somewhat demoralized and struggling) people of St. Stephen’s that they had a hand in helping the Holy Spirit and your parents, (and Canterbury, William & Mary, and many others), form you into the brilliant theologian you now clearly are.
Actually, I’ll probably also use it this Sunday too. Your post captures perfectly for me, my congregation, and our time the call of Abraham, Paul’s praise of the God “who gives life to the dead and calls into existence the things that do not exist,” and the invitation to “be born again/from above.”
I’m sad to say it, but I have become one of those priests of the older generation (how did that happen?!) who wakes up early in the morning worrying about the church you and your generation will inherit, and just hoping the pension fund lasts long enough for me to retire.
Your post reminded me of who I am and what I’m about. It refreshed me today. Thank you.
I am so proud of you.
Hey Fr. Keith! This made my day. Of course you can use my sermon at St. Stephen’s! I’m honored to be asked . I have no doubt your presence with them will be a real blessing.
Wow. Thinking about your dad tonight. 38 years.