Weedon

For many, many years, I have argued that the use of Eucharistic prayer that encloses the Verba need not be viewed as problematic per se, provided such a Eucharistic prayer makes it clear by its very words that it is the Word of Jesus by the power of His Holy Spirit which cause the bread and wine we receive to be in truth His body, born of Mary, and His blood, shed for the remiss...

My friend, Pr. Kevin Martin, some years ago turned me onto the very helpful schedule from Lutheran Worship for reading through the Bible in a year (and the Psalms twice in the year). I had a little fun with AI this morning and created an app that populated the list with readings from the new Berean Standard Bible (hey, it’s free!) and similarly for the old KJV. You’re wel...

The Weedons were not the only cousins who made regular pilgrimages to the old house from Maryland. My grandmother Mastin (whom I never got to know, she died in 1951 - that’s another story) had several nieces and nephews who clustered around Annapolis. And usually some week in the summer, they’d head down to Richardsville for a week’s visit, and we often were there at the same ti...

We didn’t know exactly what it was. A relatively small, gray animal. We found it under the trees where George and I played with our matchboxes. We showed it to Gary, who immediately looked it up. Not on his phone. This was long, long before the days of mobile phones. He had an encyclopedia of some sort. It sat on the shelf in the hall between the back porch where a large table h...

I want to begin with the house as I came to know it. And the way I came to know it was not merely through my own experiences there, but through my mother’s stories. You see, she had polio when she was but three years old and it left her with a deformed leg. As a consequence she was never able to really keep up with her brothers and sisters at play. She learned instead the value ...