Category Archives: The Rev. Loren Mead

I used to LOVE hot days. Maybe that’s because I have a long memory.  Which anybody knows, if you are as old as I am, it’s a gift to have a memory – after all there are more years THERE … Continue reading →

“Here is the Church, and here’s the steeple! Open the door, and here are all the people!” Ever play that? I’m sure we all have. I don’t really remember when I learned it, and now that I’m looking at it, … Continue reading →

Polly’s always been the one who wanted to grow things in our family.  Back early in our marriage we had no luck getting anything to grow in our parish in Pinopolis, South Carolina.  Bugs, yes. Big ones. Looked like cockroaches, … Continue reading →

There are times I find hard to cope with. Not BIG deal bad times (that’s something else), but times when I just need to get through a few hours because I’m somehow spooked. Here are a sample of them: I’ve … Continue reading →

Lots of people know the place I’m homesick for.  The house we lived in for 35 years or so.  Three or four blocks from St. Alban’s.  It’s where our kids had their teens and youth years when they were home, … Continue reading →

I’ve just made a new connection to an old acquaintance.  Remember John Milton?  Ghastly memories of sophomore English, reading the endless lines of Paradise Lost.  Doing my best to rind my way through the assignment.  Trying to elicit at least … Continue reading →

Almost every ‘daily cup’ I’ve done as your resident “honorary associate” priest has had one theme, as I look back over them — “Finding Home.” So I’ve decided to try to focus what I’m trying to learn and to share … Continue reading →

Back to being in my cups after a time of abstinence… After a few weeks away, I’m joining the staff blogging on Mondays, although I’ve been enjoying regular connections with many of the St. Alban’s family from my suburban residence … Continue reading →