"It's out of character for Episcopalians, he said, preaching with a bible in his hand, "but sometimes I sound like an old Baptist preacher. It comes from growing up in rural Oklahoma."
"Episcopalians don't always agree on what we believe," Charleston reminded us. "But the Holy Spirit is the energy that charges our faith and our life." On that we can agree.
He found a quiet place in a garden to sign his books.
He laughed with us. I love this image that catches him in a mischievous moment.
Charleston brought with him his new book, Hope as Old as Fire, a collection of brief daily meditations.
For May 19 he wrote:
For May 19 he wrote:
God bless the church, our traveleing tribe, our motley crew,
caravan of the conflicted and courageous, stumbling toward paradise,
the hurt and the hopeful, wounded healers, singing along the way.
Life within her tents is never easy,
but life without her would be darkness beyond our imagining.
Bless the church, dear God,
your quarreling brood, your stubborn flock,
your love living for love,
your dream of what might be.
caravan of the conflicted and courageous, stumbling toward paradise,
the hurt and the hopeful, wounded healers, singing along the way.
Life within her tents is never easy,
but life without her would be darkness beyond our imagining.
Bless the church, dear God,
your quarreling brood, your stubborn flock,
your love living for love,
your dream of what might be.
Thank you, Dr. Charleston.
Don't forget to pray ....
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