Cookie Walk: Help wanted, no experience necessary

cookie table

A brazen appeal from the Eagle

Our volunteer sheets are filling up, but there’s still room for your name. Our Cookie Walk has a faithful following from years past, and we hope to attract many more of our local neighbors to kick off the Christmas season at St Stephen’s.

sooo many cookies …

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Tick Tock, Tick Tock … Cookie Walk count down

Cookie Walk Crouds

A Brazen Appeal from the Eagle

The crowds lining either side of the Parish Hall to make their cookie selections

Cookie Walk has a way of sneaking up on us. You see, every seven years or so the first Saturday of December just happens to occur during the first three days of the month, . . . → Read More: Tick Tock, Tick Tock … Cookie Walk count down

It’s time to start thinking about Cookie Walk 2017

Cookie Walk 2016 / Baltimore Sun

Cookie Walk 2016 /(Steve Ruark / Baltimore Sun Media Group)

Here I am again. They won’t let me air my views on politics or religion or, in fact, anything controversial. All they do is press–gang me into writing commercials for Cookie Walk 2017. The Cookie Walk will be early this year. It takes place . . . → Read More: It’s time to start thinking about Cookie Walk 2017

Up on the rooftop …

new church tower with weathercock

No, despite the season, we’re not talking about Santa Claus. As you may remember, a few months ago, Fr Hawtin discussed the significance of weathercocks on the steeples of Anglican (and other) churches. And he mentioned that, in the process of making some urgent repairs to our church tower, St Stephen’s was adding a . . . → Read More: Up on the rooftop …

The best dressed lectern in Christendom

Isaac on New Year's Day

Or, at least, in an Anglican church on the east coast. Christmastide is my favorite season, because I get to wear all sorts of finery. I have different outfits for Christmas Eve (and Christmas Day; I don’t bother to change); New Year’s Eve; New Year’s Day (I do change my outfit for the morning service: . . . → Read More: The best dressed lectern in Christendom

Don’t wish that your kids were little saints

When the Rector’s away, Isaac Eagle will play … \

There are times, I’d venture to guess, when all mothers and fathers wished their children were little saints. However, be careful what you wish for. You might not like the result.

Case studies indicate that saintly teenagers can be even more difficult than the . . . → Read More: Don’t wish that your kids were little saints

Merry Clockmas!

Merry what? Well, that’s what the Choirmaster wished me, referring to the clock with which I was so gaudily adorned this morning. Why a clock? you may be wondering. Well, it’s not exactly what you think. Yes, I wore a clock and a party hat last night, for New Year’s Eve, but the solo clock . . . → Read More: Merry Clockmas!

The Diary of a Churchmouse

Here among long-discarded cassocks, Damp stools, and half-split open hassocks, Here where the Vicar never looks I nibble through old service books. Lean and alone I spend my days Behind this Church of England baize. I share my dark forgotten room With two oil lamps and half a broom. The cleaner never bothers me So . . . → Read More: The Diary of a Churchmouse

Old memories awakened

Since I’m firmly anchored to my perch here at St Stephen’s, there isn’t much that goes on around here that I don’t notice.

Watching all the fun outside my window, I so much wanted to perch atop the Maypole at this year’s extraordinary Garden Party, and the sound of the “chomping of jaws” at . . . → Read More: Old memories awakened

A centuries–old ‘divine jest’ that’s shrouded in mystery

The Shroud of Turin—which many believe to be the burial cloth of Christ—is back in the religious news again.

A closeup of the Shroud of Turin

Mr. Russell Breault, president and founder of The Shroud of Turin Education Project, Inc., is touring American churches and colleges with a life size, museum-quality replica of . . . → Read More: A centuries–old ‘divine jest’ that’s shrouded in mystery