Join us for worship services at 8:00 and 10:00 a.m. Nursery care provided.
Trinity Sunday is May 31, the last Sunday with choir. We will celebrate Sunday School and the Choir with a Parish Picnic following the 10 a.m. service. Games! Face Painting! Fun!
On May 17 fourteen children celebrated a deeper understanding of Holy Eucharist. Together we offer, bless, break, and share.
A Reflection by Joshua Longbrake from his blog.
What must I do to get your attention? To get you to speak up? Do I need to pray multiple times a day in a certain position, bowing on my knees or standing on my head? Do I need to go to a specific location? Or are there actions I need to take? Tell me what to do to get you to speak.
Or maybe I don’t need to do anything except listen and look and wait and see.
I was chatting amongst empty pews with Kara, our priest, and Kate and Jason. I preached yesterday (audio here), asking the question Where is God?and pointing out places where the gospel of John speaks to the same question over and over again with audacity and creativity. The question is personal, one I’ve been churning out daily during Lent.
While the four of us were talking after the service there was a sudden roar like thunder from the sacristy (a little room off to the side of the sanctuary). At first I thought the innards of the large organ had collapsed, giant pipes that are built into the wall and which continue through the walls and into a back corner of sacristy. We ran up the center aisle, passed the altar and into that tiny room to see both what had happened and to make sure no one was hurt.
Shelves had collapsed under the weight of what look like giant candlestick holders as large as my arm and made out of thick brass. They had fallen onto a glass table that subsequently shattered. On one of the shelves was also a statue of the virgin Mary holding a baby Jesus.
Kate said, “You asked the question, ‘Where is God?’ and now you’ve found him in the form of this broken baby Jesus. You should probably take him and Mary home.” Kara laughed and nodded and I wondered about signs and the idea of God’s playfulness and the possibility of me making meaning out of events that could be simply chance — but I like to believe the former.
– Joshua Longbrake 9 Mar 2015
Reflection on Ashes-to-Go
I just came in from distributing ashes at the Irving Park CTA station with the Rev. Kara Wagner Sherer and Barbara Cohn, another parishioner from St. John’s Episcopal Church. It was extremely cold, and I feel that some people who might otherwise have stopped were in a rush to get inside the station. Nevertheless, we served probably 30 or 40 people in the hour we were there.
Some people in the Episcopal Church take issue with the concept of Ashes To Go, feeling that it cheapens the faith and gives lazy folks an excuse to skip the solemn Ash Wednesday liturgy. Here is how I think about it:
On this one day in the year, you see people walking around in the business district of Chicago, the great trading post and mercantile hub of North America, putting their Christianity out in the open. Right on their foreheads, where it can’t be missed, they testify: I am a member of the Body of Christ, and I am wearing this reminder of my mortality for all to see.
It is a remarkable thing, to suddenly be aware that all these worker bees, hurrying to the office or to school or to the coffee shop, carry within themselves and profess a spiritual life that we are not normally privileged to witness. I’m not sure that people who work within the confines of the church grasp the impact of seeing this display in the midst of the commercial marketplace. When I worked in the Loop it always struck me profoundly.
At 7 a.m., people haven’t had the chance to go to church yet, to say the prayers and receive the ashes in the usual ceremonial fashion. But the people we met on Irving Park Road under the highway overpass, with the trains roaring overhead, the buses disgorging passengers next to us, and the pigeons flapping around, were available and eager to visibly express their Christianity from the very start of their day’s journey. They didn’t need the priest or the prayers or the liturgical ritual to declare: This is who I am; this is what I believe.
18 February, 2015
So are we! Join us for worship on Sundays at 8:00, 9:15 or 11:00 a.m. Join in discussions at coffee hour, ask questions, meet interesting people, be inspired, and get ready for an Epiphany!
November 27th, 2014 · Events
Thank you to all our great volunteers! Thank you to the BuildOn group from Schurz High School for hauling the Thanksgiving dishes out of the attic, washing them all, and decorating!
A special shout out to the John Elmquist Jazz ensemble for the fabulous music!
Tuesday night prep
the night before
and the day of!
Ice is nice!
the cooks are busy
the jazz is cool
dinner is served!
guests fill the hall
servers work hard
room for dessert?
pumpkin or apple?
the best and the bold…dishwashers