Bishop Dabney Smith, who oversees 77 churches in the Episcopal Diocese of Southwest Florida, helped us launch our Jubilee! during his visit to St. Paul's in December.
7:45 a.m. Holy Eucharist (Traditional)
9 a.m. Adult Christian Formation See details
10 a.m. Holy Eucharist
5 p.m. Holy Eucharist (in Creole) Information in Creole
Way of the Cross Wednesdays in Lent at 5:30 p.m. All are welcome to participate in this traditional discipline.
Directions: We are at 3901 Davis Boulevard, a couple of blocks east of Airport Road. Need a map? Click here.
To learn about our worship service and about the Episcopal Church, click here. And click on that shelf of red books to get a short, cute introduction to our time-honored Book of Common Prayer.
Fr. Tad is presented several dresses sewn by the women of St. Paul's and intended for the girls at an orphanage in Tanzania, one of the ten poorest of Africa's countries. From left are Linda Conden, who brought the dresses forth with Marion Kennedy (hidden by the dresses); Sarah Jane Allen and Dr. Susan Wilson of the Tumaini Fund; and Fr. Tad.
See more about Tumaini Fund here.
"Vengeance is mine, saith the Lord." (Romans 12:19)
Most of my life, I've been angry at men. First, there was my father who refused to adopt my cousin, Richard, who had lost both of his parents. Richard was six years old. I was an only child and wanted a sibling more than anyhing else in this world.
Before she died Aunt Jamie begged my mother to promise to raise her youngest child, Richard. Both Mommy and I were so happy to think that we could add this adorable boy to our family. But no, my Dad threw a fit and shouted, "Absolutely NOT! I can't afford to raise another brat!"
My mother could not stop crying because she had promised her sister. From then on until her death, my mother lived a life apart from my father.
My first husband was incredibly handsome. He was a magnet for women. As you can imagine, he became a world class philanderer not long after our marriage. When I complained, he explained to me, "All Irish Catholics stay married and have mistresses on the side."
I was so-o-o angry I wanted to kill him. God stepped in when Walter was found by his current girlfriend, dead of a massive heart attack at the age of 53.
After much psychotherapy, I have concluded that anger is the most toxic emotion and a terrible waste of energy.
Dear God, give me patience to hand my anger over to you. Teach me, when I become very angry to take some deep breaths and remind myself that You, God, have told me, "Vengeance is mine."
If you haven't been to our market, you're in for a treat! There's plenty of parking and lots of help from our volunteers. A great way to spend a Saturday morning. More on the market here.