
Passiontide is observed the two weeks before Easter, Resurrection Sunday, when the Son of God conquered death to give us life eternal. Lent leads into Passiontide, and we have prepared ourselves with ashes and discipline to face the fullness of Christ’s love for each one of us. To face the fire of this love is no small thing, and so we step carefully through this penitential season, reading and learning the words of love that need to be written on our hearts.
For Passiontide is about freedom, the freedom to love, the freedom to express that love, the freedom to accept that love, the love of our Creator. My bishop of blessed memory often said that “passion” in this sense is the union of love and suffering, meaning the Way of the Cross to death and resurrection. We choose to travel that Way (or not) in our own time on Earth, the days and months and years given to us in which we learn how to love. For love means sacrifice of self to make room for the beloved. A curious conundrum, this love and sacrifice, and each Lent as winter folds into spring we see and hear and know a bit more of that suffering love through our Lenten sacrifices and offerings, through our sacraments and songs.
We are on a journey of love and suffering, a schooling for Heaven. The lessons are life and death to us, literally, so we must pay attention. We learn each time we fall, each time we fail to love enough. We look up from that fallen place, and reach for His outstretched hand. We confess we have not loved enough and He raises us from the dead.
The lessons in this school of love – our own lifetimes – are taught throughout the Church Year. The Church has organized these marvelous works of God, these marvelous words of God, indeed, the Word of God Himself, in seasons throughout our 365 days so that we can walk this path with and within the Church, alongside Christ, re-membering and re-enacting the great moments of salvation history – Christmas, Epiphany, Lent, Easter, Trinity. They are “tides” or seasons and repeat just as the year repeats, so we walk with those gone before and those alongside and those to come. We are schooled in this story, this passion, engrafting words and deeds on our hearts.
I have found memorizing prayers and scripture to be a good discipline as well as sustenance for the soul. This Lent I am working on the prayer For Our Country found in the Episcopal Book of Common Prayer:
For Our Country.
ALMIGHTY God, who hast given us this good land for our heritage; We humbly beseech thee that we may
always prove ourselves a people mindful of thy favour and glad to do thy will. Bless our land with honourable industry,
sound learning, and pure manners. Save us from violence, discord, and confusion; from pride and arrogancy, and from
every evil way. Defend our liberties, and fashion into one united people the multitudes brought hither out of many
kindreds and tongues. Endue with the spirit of wisdom those to whom in thy Name we entrust the authority of
government, that there may be justice and peace at home, and that, through obedience to thy law, we may show forth
thy praise among the nations of the earth. In the time of prosperity, fill our hearts with thankfulness, and in the day
of trouble, suffer not our trust in thee to fail; all which we ask through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen. (BCP 36)
It seems an appropriate prayer for this anniversary year of the Declaration of Independence, particularly the “honourable industry, sound learning, and pure manners” and the union of “the multitudes brought hither out of many kindreds and tongues.” America is indeed the great experiment, and it is true that the Founders of our nation assumed certain truths to be self-evident, given to them by God, for they were largely Christians – Protestants from a Judeo-Christian world.

The prayer was written not by Archbishop Cranmer, who wrote many of the British prayers and put together our marvelous Book of Common Prayer in the 17th century, but in 1882 by Rev. George Lyman Locke (1835-1919), Rector of St. Michael’s Episcopal Church in Bristol, Rhode Island. For it is an American prayer, not British. It was added after his death (but I’m sure he looked on from above) in the 1928 edition.
America is a nation founded on free will, freedom of choice, which is founded upon self-evident truths and moral obligations, laws ordained by God. And so we pray at this time that “through obedience to thy law, we may show forth thy praise among the nations of the earth.” And we write these laws on our hearts as we follow Our Lord to Jerusalem, walk with Him the Way of His Cross, and learn what love truly is.




Today, Rose Sunday, we remember Heaven, and we remember the fiat of Mary – “Let it be unto me according to thy will.” And so it was – she was visited by God the Holy Spirit, and Jesus, God the Son, was conceived. She was given a protector in Joseph, and they traveled to Bethlehem, a long and arduous journey, praying again and again, “Let it be according to thy will.” 












Today, Memorial Day, we celebrate Western Civilization and those brave men and women who fought and died to defend our freedoms, our way of life embracing the moral code of Christianity and Judaism. We honor you and we thank you! We will never forget the sacrifices you made for us. Your courage and fortitude are an example to our children and our grandchildren.
Fortitude can be found in my own novels (not sure how much I have, but I try), and my sixth novel, The Fire Trail, has now been sent to the ten winners of my recent 
Today is also a time of population implosion with a spiraling birth rate, and many predict a doomsday scenario given the “birth dearth” recognized, albeit belatedly. Can we turn this depopulation crisis around? Catherine Pakaluk addresses this question from an interesting point of view in her new book, Hannah’s Children: The Women Quietly Defying the Birth Dearth. In this clear analysis (the author holds a doctorate in Economics and is the mother of eight) she considers the motivations of women who have large families, five children or more. The results are stunning – for these mothers are quietly testifying to the joy of giving life and nurturing that life. They see birth as the greatest event of all time (which it is, I would think) and one which they want to be a part of as often as possible, this birthing life. They choose this way of living, indeed, this path of loving shared with children and spouses in the social construct we call the family, the cornerstone of the Judeo-Christian tradition.
I give thanks for Catherine Pakaluk and all those who give witness to a better way of living, one tried and true, ordained by our Creator, God Almighty. I give thanks for those men and women who give witness to this way of life and who died protecting it. I give thanks for our national memory, for this Memorial Day when we celebrate these first things, these virtuous things, these living things.