I should be in New Orleans this Sunday morning preparing to watch my Baylor Lady Bears win their second consecutive national championship. Every year, I take a pilgrimage with my mom to the NCAA Women’s Final Four and National Championship. Last year, I got to watch...
How does one prepare for worship when we’re as scattered as we are today? When you can come to worship in your pajamas with breakfast laid out in front of you, how much preparation do you really need? Having been at home watching the livestream along with you the last...
By Leanna Coyle-Carr, pastoral resident In both of the church’s penitential seasons there is a special Sunday halfway through. In Advent, we light a pink candle on Gaudate Sunday, remembering to rejoice amidst our preparations and active waiting for Christ. Similarly,...
Most of the time, worship here at Wilshire leans toward the intellectual more than the emotional. We love to be challenged to think deeply about the faith more measured on whether we feel good about the faith. In much of the Christian tradition in America today, these...
By Jeff Brummel, associate minister of music / organist During each Sunday in Lent, Wilshire extinguishes one additional candle on the Lenten wreath to signify the approaching darkness as Jesus moves toward the cross. We also keep our shutters closed, causing the...
My daughter Jillian and I had a moment at the MoMA this week. The Modern Art Museum in New York City features a world-renowned collection of masterpieces in the modern style of painting and sculpture. We were standing in front of Paul Cezanne’s Boy in the Red...
In the film The Mission, the source of today’s offertory, Gabriel’s Oboe, music plays a profound and subversive role — and I don’t just mean the soundtrack. Within the narrative of the film, music has the incredible power to transcend culture, to forge bonds of family...
It feels like 2020 already has been a really long year while at the same time flying by. Finding moments of pause in the hectic schedule of each week are rare. Finding moments to be still and breathe are few and far between. I grow weary. I forget to look around and...