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Julia McCray-Goldsmith serves the Episcopal Diocese of California as Ministry Development Officer and Working Group Head for Discipleship Ministries. In this role she is committed to equipping Episcopalians for authentic and joyful ministries in everything from Sunday school to vestry leadership. Her particular passion is teaching the biblical grounding and prayer practices that nourish and sustain Christians for meaningful action in the world. She is a former missionary and professional fundraiser, a graduate of the Education for Ministry program, earned a masters in Theology/Spirituality from Creighton University, and is a current D.Min student at Virginia Theological Seminary. By the grace of God, she’s been married to John for 27 years, has two young adult sons, and enjoys the blessing of living in the CoHousing Community in Emeryville, California.

Clothed for the Kingdom

Proper 23A

clothesFriends, how did you get in here? That’s a serious question. Did you walk, drive, take the train? Did you come through the south or north doors, or through the slype, that little vestibule over there? When you arrived, did someone greet you with kindness, hand you a bulletin, tell you where to take your children or show … Read the rest

It's All One Way

Proper 17Aone way

“There’s no way out,” lamented a headline from Houston this week. Of all the horrifying and heartbreaking reportage from the flood zone, this one felt the most personal because just a week ago Saturday I was sitting in an eerily quiet airport terminal in Austin Texas, similarly wondering if there were a way out. Which of course there … Read the rest

Furnace of Angels

Proper 11Awood oven

Have any of you parents out there had the experience of your young children learning a classroom lesson on the environment and then becoming the household garbage police? I admit it, my children were the ones who insisted—leaving no room for negotiation—that I separate waste from recyclables.

I may not have been an early adopter, but of course … Read the rest

If it's not all right, it's not the end

Proper 8Abest exotic

In the 2012 movie “The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel,” manager Sonny Kapoor has marketed the Jaipur hotel he inherited from his father as a retirement home for budget conscious English retirees. The place is terribly dilapidated—basically it’s a wreck—so central to the narrative is how a small colony of English expats adjust to the reality of an Indian … Read the rest

Pride and Priestliness

Proper 6A

prideWill no one rid me of this meddlesome priest?

Sometime in the 12th century, this phrase, or something like unto it, was reputedly said by King Henry II to his courtiers. They interpreted it as a command to murder Thomas Becket, the Archbishop of Canterbury, who had been challenging the king in matters of property and legal … Read the rest

Curious to Hear

Pentecost A

Pentecost

Others sneered and said, “They are filled with new wine.”

You and I probably know a few of those sneering others. Maybe we heard them say things like “those are just a bunch of coastal elites.” Or “they voted for crooked Hillary,” or even—tragically if falsely—“Get off the bus and get out of the country because you don’t … Read the rest

Easter Community Guidelines

hashtagsEaster Vigil

Am I losing my mind?

That’s what my friend Lisa asked recently. Now there’s no shortage of reasons why followers of Jesus might ask that question at this time of year. Mary Magdalene and Mary, were you losing your minds when you snuck off to see the tomb of one so shamefully executed? Or when an angel sent … Read the rest

Sight, Light and the Fight

light darkI don’t know about you, but I am ready for some light. You know the kind I mean: that shimmery spring sunlight that makes the burgeoning cherry blossoms and rhododendrons and trilliums glow, absent the relentless shadow of rainclouds. And then there’s the problem of mud. Even though Nathan preached last week that “giving up the need to be right … Read the rest

First Sunday in Lent: Desire

I came home from my Bay Area sojourn longing for home. It’s the conundrum of an itinerant preacher, which seems to be my identity these days. Like every embodied being, I long for place, for people, for a sense of belonging somewhere. Because I trust the Episcopal Church processes by which I was called to Trinity Cathedral, I know … Read the rest

Saturday after Ash Wednesday: Crack

My iPhone screen is cracked. And people notice, y’know? Its kind of an outward and visible sign of some kind of inward shortcoming: clumsiness, inability to pay for a replacement, not caring. I plead guilty to the first, sorta to the second (it’s the second time I’ve broken the screen in a month and this is adding up) and no … Read the rest