My church is dying. By the end of this year, it will close forever.
As a new parishioner, and newly (re)Baptist, I’ve started taking notes of each sermon given by the incredible Pastor Jill McCrory, with the idea of writing essays for each one.
My church is dying at the same time I’ve completed hospice training, which is grimly synchronous and also a gorgeous way for me to put my training into practice. In the first essay for this series I’ll talk more about the afterlife of the church; what is being planned with the proceeds from the sale of the church is a part of what convinced me that this is the best place for me to be, right now, in these final four months.
We’ll start with the Parable of the Mustard Seed. And we’ll end by not ending.
- Mustard Seeds (26 August 2018)
- Vineyard Workers (2 September 2018)