Posts by: ajstack

[Jesus said,] “There will be signs in the sun, the moon, and the stars, and on the earth distress among nations confused by the roaring of the sea and the waves. People will faint from fear and foreboding of what is coming upon the world, for the powers of the heavens will be shaken. Then they will see ‘the Son of Man...

[a sermon preached on Hebrews 10:11-25 at St. Peter’s Episcopal Church, Gallipolis, Ohio] For the last two months, I have been on a journey. I have been journeying with a guide—a spiritual director, who is akin to a therapist for one’s relationship with the Divine. The journey is called a “retreat in daily life” and...

[A sermon preached on Mark 10:46-52 at St. Peter’s Episcopal Church, Gallipolis, Ohio]

[A sermon preached on Mark 10:35-45 at St. Peter’s Episcopal Church, Gallipolis, Ohio] There’s nothing quite like an empty worship space in the middle of a weekday, especially in an older church. The stained glass throws rainbows of color onto your skin and the walls. The echoes of generations of prayers are not just...

[A sermon preached on Mark 9:30-37 at St. Peter’s Episcopal Church, Gallipolis, Ohio.]

{A sermon preached on John 6:1-21} This past Tuesday afternoon, a ritual began at Procter Camp outside of London, Ohio. A ritual that has happened nearly every week of every summer for generations. A car with kids and adults pulls into the parking lot and camp counselors meet them with huge overly happy grins:...

{A sermon preached on Palm/Passion Sunday at St. Peter’s Episcopal Church, Gallipolis, Ohio} Every year on Palm Sunday I feel like I’m on some sort of roller coaster, brought up to the tiptop of the big first hill and then plunged all the way down to the very bottom faster than I’m really all that comfortable with. We...

{a sermon on John 1:43-51 preached at St. Peter’s Episcopal Church, Gallipolis, Ohio} Once when I was around 12 years old and was visiting with my grandparents, we were chatting, and I used the word “ain’t.” My grandmother interrupted midsentence to scold me. She told me in no uncertain terms that maybe—maybe—she, my...

{A sermon on Exodus 20:1-20 preached at St. Peter’s, Gallipolis, Ohio} In this sermon I read a (slightly) edited and abbreviated version of a prayer written by Walter Brueggemann. The full prayer can be found here, if you’d like to read it.

{A sermon preached on Philippians 2:1-13 at St. Peter’s Episcopal Church, Gallipolis, Ohio}