Transitions are a part of life, everything from the small transitions of going from one place to another throughout the day to the big transitions of graduating from high school or college or getting a job or getting married or having children. We have our transitions in life as we grow up, move from various roles to other roles or change jobs or move. We also have transitions in the church as we move throughout the church year, we change seasons of the church year, colors, music, pieces of the liturgy, we have flowers most of the year, but sometimes we don’t. We also mark some of the changes in life through liturgies in the church, such as baptism, confirmation, marriage, and ordination. We even have something called The Book of Occasional Services, that includes services to mark transitions such as the adoption of a child, blessing of a new home, and commissioning lay ministries within the church.
I have been through many transitions in life – from the expected: moving from grade to grade, graduating from high school and then from college, getting married, moving from one job to another. To the completely unexpected: being called to the priesthood and all that discernment, seminary and life as a priest would entail to losing my husband of 21 years unexpectedly.
The past seven years have been a season of transition for me as I entered the informal discernment process with the priest at St. Christopher’s and then the formal discernment process through The Diocese of Upper South Carolina. I transitioned from Inquirer to Postulant, to Candidate, to Ordinand for the Diaconate and the Ordinand for the Priesthood. I also transitioned from being a married woman to a widow and from being a layperson into the weird liminal space of being a seminarian to being a deacon and then a priest. At my ordination to the diaconate, I was no longer a member of St. Christopher’s, in fact ordained clergy are not members of any church, we are members of the diocese in which we serve. I left working at Wofford College to go to seminary at Sewanee and then was called to St. James as Curate. I moved from Spartanburg to Sewanee to Greenville. Lots and lots of transition.
I have also been through clergy transitions at churches. The long-time rector of St. Mark’s did not retire until after I had graduated from college, so that transition did not really affect me, except for no longer seeing him when I went home to visit. I certainly experienced the transition of assisting clergy, but I was also lucky that the priest who oversaw the youth came right before my 7th grade year and left the summer before I went off to college. Since I joined St. Christopher’s in 2003, they have had four different priests and I have felt various degrees of closeness to each of them and it was particularly hard to see the past two priests leave, even though one of them left as I was going to seminary.
As for our transition here at St. James, if you have been a member of St. James or any Episcopal Church, you know Rectors come and go, but the missions and ministries of the church will still remain. We are still called to proclaim the gospel and bring people to visit St. James. We have so many positive things going on and we have so much to look forward to as we continue to come out of the pandemic. We are in a much better place than we were when Father Stephen was called. We have done, are doing, and will continue to do great things at St. James, regardless of who our Rector is. For those of you who are new to St. James and the Episcopal Church since Father Stephen was called as Rector, all will be well. There is a process and our Vestry will work closely with the Diocesan Office to follow those steps. It is not left to chance and we will eventually have our next Rector. In the meantime, we will be supported by our by our Bishop and by Archdeacon d’Rue Hazel as well as the rest of the Diocesan Office.
With all these transitions, I felt varying emotions, as I do with our transition at St. James, but here’s the thing, God is in control of this. God, through Bishop Richards called Father Stephen to become Canon to the Ordinary and after much discernment Father Stephen answered that call. God already has someone chosen to be our Interim Rector and God is already working on the person to become our next Rector. Until then, we at St. James continue to do what God has called us to do.
The birds are chirping. The flowers are blooming. Everything that went dormant over the winter is coming back. We have more light in the afternoon and evening. The weather is getting warmer. Our cars and porches may have a lovely shade of yellow green on them from the pollen. We may be making summer vacation plans. Our children and young people are counting the days to the end of school.
And yet, it is odd to write an April article when we have a week of Lent left and then Holy Week. We also have Easter Sunday and the beginning of the Season of Easter at the end of the month. As you may know, I grew up in the Episcopal Church and then spent fifteen years at St. Christopher’s Episcopal Church in Spartanburg prior to attending seminary. During those years at St. Christopher’s, as a Lector, Eucharistic Minister, and Verger, I was deeply involved in the Palm Sunday, Holy Week, and Easter services. Growing up in the Episcopal Church, I didn’t know anything different about Holy Week. I certainly had friends from other denominations and traditions, but we never really talked about how often we went to church and whether they had services all during Holy Week.
During my time in the United Methodist Church, I learned that not every denomination has services on Maundy Thursday and Good Friday. One of the United Methodist churches I attended had Easter Lilies in the church on Palm Sunday, which seemed weird to me knowing that no one was going to remove the Easter Lilies for Maundy Thursday and Good Friday. This same church had a life-size wooden cross in the front of the church during Lent (which also became the cross they flowered on Easter Sunday morning). There was a table in front of it with symbols of Holy Week – bread and wine, several huge nails, and a crown of thorns. I thought it was odd they loved singing hymns like “The Old Rugged Cross” and “Victory in Jesus” and they had the powerful display up in the front of the church all during Lent but did not actually have a service on Good Friday.
I have also had conversations with people who are not Episcopalian or from a more liturgical tradition who have questioned why I went to church so much during Holy Week and asked if I really had to go to every service. What I always answered people who asked and what would still be true, even if I were not a priest, is that I want to attend every service during Holy Week. I am thankful to be in a tradition that intentionally walks through Holy Week, and we do it in a way that pulls us in and engages all our senses. Through what we see, sing, hear, smell, feel, and taste we can remember all the events that happened during Jesus’ last week on earth.
Only once we have taken this journey with Jesus and fully immersed ourselves into the events of the last week can we look forward to what lies ahead. Only once we have gone through Jesus’ last week, to the cross and the grave, it is then and only then that we can truly celebrate Easter, dancing and singing joyously.
I look forward to walking with you all through Palm Sunday, Holy Week, and Easter!
“Dear People of God: The first Christians observed with great devotion the days of our Lord's passion and resurrection, and it became the custom of the Church to prepare for them by a season of penitence and fasting. This season of Lent provided a time in which converts to the faith were prepared for Holy Baptism. It was also a time when those who, because of notorious sins, had been separated from the body of the faithful were reconciled by penitence and forgiveness, and restored to the fellowship of the Church. Thereby, the whole congregation was put in mind of the message of pardon and absolution set forth in the Gospel of our Savior, and of the need which all Christians continually have to renew their repentance and faith.
I invite you, therefore, in the name of the Church, to the observance of a holy Lent, by self-examination and repentance; by prayer, fasting, and self-denial; and by reading and meditating on God's holy Word. And, to make a right beginning of repentance, and as a mark of our mortal nature, let us now kneel before the Lord, our maker and redeemer.” (BCP 264-265)
These are the words we hear after the sermon and before the imposition of ashes on Ash Wednesday, words inviting us into a holy Lent. While we still often have baptisms as a part of Easter, for us in the Episcopal Church, long gone is the practice of members being separated from the body for a time and then being restored to the Church after the season of Lent. However, we are still called to spend this time of Lent renewing our repentance and faith. Among other things, we are called to self-examination, prayer, fasting, self-denial, and reading and meditating on God’s holy Word. And while these are things we may do at other times of the church year; in the season of Lent, we are particularly mindful of these things as we follow Jesus in his final weeks and days to the cross.
I have to say, Lent has become something I truly appreciate. Growing up and even in my early adulthood I used to dread Lent, the silent procession, the solemn hymns, the whole sacrificing of something. When I spent a few years in the United Methodist Church, I was at first thrilled that the church I attended did not really celebrate Lent. The hymns were still upbeat, there wasn’t a solemn procession or the Great Litany. I still gave up something and I did try and attend an Episcopal service or two. Now, I really value the time of Lent and what it means and the time we have to reflect and repent and prepare for what lies ahead. As hard as it is for me, who loves all our upbeat and joyous hymns, I have come to appreciate the more solemn and quiet hymns and the changes in the liturgy that are intentional. I try to give up something that will truly be a sacrifice for me instead of just giving up something because I am supposed to. I try to add something to my routine that I may realize after reflection may need to become a permanent addition. I try to spend more time in prayer and study. These things we do as part of our worship, either on Sunday or our private devotions, and part of our Lenten disciplines, if we really focus on them and invest ourselves in them, it only makes the arrival of Easter and the restoration of so many wonderful things that we miss during Lent that much more joyous.
As I reflect on my first six months as Curate at St. James, it is hard not to think about where I was this time last year. I had completed my last Seminarian’s Retreat but had not started my last semester of classes yet. I was still in the process of interviewing with churches. Father Stephen and I had recently had our first Zoom conversation. As many of you have heard me say before, I am incredibly thankful that I found a home here at St. James. I am thankful to Father Stephen and to the Vestry for calling me to be your Curate. From the Sunday I was first introduced up until the present, I have felt nothing but welcomed into this wonderful community. St. James is an amazing place, and I am thrilled to be sharing in ministry with you all.
It has been a whirlwind first six months, with my ordination to the Diaconate at Trinity Cathedral occurring a few weeks before I started in July and my ordination to the priesthood here at St. James occurring a little over a month ago. It has been challenging to balance overseeing the Children’s and Youth Ministry with the responsibilities that also come with being ordained clergy. I imagine it has also been an adjustment for some of you all as well. At the same time, I have felt nothing but love and support as we have made this transition together. I am grateful for the volunteers who have stepped up when I needed to focus on doing clergy things.
Children’s Christian Education
After discussion with parents and those who had volunteered in the past, Father Stephen and I made the decision to have Sunday School in person only on the first Sunday of the month and offer remote materials through Realm the other Sundays of the month for the Fall. In addition to in-person Sunday School on the first Sunday of the month, we also made the sermon at the 10:30 service a Children’s Sermon. Having Sunday School in-person only on the first Sunday of the month enabled our families to feel comfortable and allowed us to use fewer volunteers, respecting those who were not ready to jump back in yet. We added a couple of new volunteers as well.
Towards the end of the fall, I again asked our parents and volunteers what their comfort level was with adding additional Sundays. In the end after these discussions and talking with Father Stephen, we decided to add an additional Sunday, and to move to the 2nd and 4th Sundays. We will continue to have a dedicated Children’s Sermon at the 10:30 service on the 2nd Sunday of the month. We will also continue to offer remote materials through Realm on the other Sundays of the month.
The curriculum we are using is a Lectionary-based curriculum, which focuses on one of the scripture lessons for that day. We also talk about the church seasons, colors, and themes as part of the curriculum. My hope is that the lesson we talk about in Sunday School will be familiar when they hear it read in church and there could possibly be some family discussion around the dinner table or as families are saying prayers together.
In addition to our Annual Intergenerational Advent Wreath Workshop, which we moved to the Foyer this year, we will have an Intergenerational Sunday School on February 13th focused on Bishops.
Episcopal Youth Community (EYC)
After discussion with Father Stephen, we decided to keep the focus this fall on fun and fellowship so we could begin to re-build our youth community. We began with a Welcome Back Outing to Spare Time. We continued to have one off-campus outing each month and the rest of the Sundays we met in the Parish Life Center. My focus during the fall was to hold that space on Sunday afternoon, no matter how many or how few of our youth attended. The youth that have been attending are amazing but are also involved in other activities. As busy as our youth are, it is a challenge to find a good time for everyone to meet. As a result, during Winter and Spring, we are going to try meeting right after the 10:30 service, unless we have something specific planned for a different time. We also decided to make the shift to 2nd and 4th Sundays with the hopes of having more youth participate. We will continue to have an off-campus outing once a month. We participated in an area wide EYC Outing in the fall and hope that we will have one in the Spring as well.
Canterbury (College Ministry at Furman)
Canterbury Club is the name of the Episcopal College Ministry. St. James is the Episcopal Church that is tied to the Canterbury Club at Furman. Father Stephen and I are both Campus Ministers for Canterbury Club. We started the schoolyear meeting on Monday evenings, but quickly shifted to Thursday evenings. A Furman student (Peer Minister) is responsible for planning and organizing Canterbury meetings. Father Stephen and I are there to support the Peer Minister and be a sacramental presence for the group. Many of the students who were involved in Canterbury prior to the pandemic have now graduated and it has been a challenge to get the new students engaged.
I spent the weekend before Thanksgiving in Miami with my family and my sister-in-law’s family to celebrate the upcoming birth of my nephew. We had a shower for Baby Hart and were able to spend some time together as a family before they become parents. I was fortunate enough to fly in on Thursday afternoon before everyone arrived so that I could spend some time with Ray and Alli, just the three of us, well the five of us if you include their two dogs, my four-legged nephew and niece. Of all the family on both sides, it is very unlikely I will see both of them before the baby is born, although Ray will be here for the ordination.
Over dinner on Thursday night, Ray and I had an interesting exchange. I asked him if he was ready to be a father and in turn, he asked me if I was ready to be a priest. We both answered something like, as ready as I can be, and it is coming no matter what. I can’t exactly slow down time or tell Bishop Waldo to wait. Ray and Alli can’t keep Baby Hart from coming, even if it means he ends up coming early. I heard him tell several people over the weekend that they are not nervous about things as much as anticipating the arrival. I thought it was perfect for both of our situations. As much of control freaks as Ray and I both can be, we trust God and God’s timing.
Ray and Alli are in a time of preparation for Baby Hart to arrive. Their guest room is being converted to a nursery. Alli had her baby shower at work as well as the shower with her family and close friends. Alli is almost to the point where she will not be able to travel, in fact they switched their holidays, so they were with our family for Thanksgiving and will remain close to Miami with her family for Christmas. They have virtually toured the birthing suites at the hospital and have been taking virtual classes in preparation for the arrival of this precious child. Alli sends us updates on a regular basis on how big the baby is and what is going on with his growth. They have taken all the precautions necessary. She is taking her prenatal vitamins and getting as much rest as possible. They are waiting for Baby Hart to be born and wondering what parenthood will be like.
During the season of Advent, we wait and hope for the Christ Child. We look forward to hearing the stories again and hope we will hear something new and different. We prepare our homes as we decorate with trees and mangers. We celebrate with friends and family. We may send out Christmas cards. At the same time, we are also waiting and hoping for the return of Christ at the end of time.
May we await with joy and expectation the coming of the Christ Child and Christ’s second coming.
I want to thank you all again for the warm welcome I have received over the past few months. The luncheon to officially “Meet & Greet our New Curate” was fabulous. I have appreciated everyone who has included me in smaller group meetings and dinners. Small group settings are truly the best way I can get to know people better. I am grateful to everyone who has continued to wear their nametag and/or continued to introduce themselves to me. I only had two Sundays in which you all could see my face and I could see your faces without the mask, so having a chance to really put faces with names has been hard and opportunities to see everyone’s smiling faces are greatly appreciated.
Several months ago, Father Stephen announced that I had been approved for Ordination to the Priesthood. One of the comments he made was something like, we will no longer have Deacon Lathrop. That caused a bit of confusion, with several people asking me if I would be leaving after I was ordained a priest. I think there may also be a bit of confusion because I am a Transitional Deacon, which means that I am transitioning to the priesthood and will be staying at St. James (not that I am transitioning and moving away from St. James as I become a priest).
Y’all, I just got settled (OK, I still have about 12-14 boxes to unpack and all the boxes in the basement to slowly sort through) and Beau and JJ (my dogs) have recently joined me. I have so much to learn from and with you all and so much to learn from and with Father Stephen, especially if you think in terms of the title of “Curate” as really being more like a “priest-in-training.” Even once Bishop Waldo lays hands on me on December 15, that does not mean all this knowledge is automatically transferred to my brain. It simply means I will have authority to do all the things a priest can do in addition to all the things a deacon can do. Take for example, learning to do all the priest things for a Sunday morning (which is one of the most visible things a priest does). Father Stephen and I have started working through everything for a Sunday morning. Even as we work on those things and I prepare for ordination on December 15 and to celebrate the Eucharist for the first time on December 19 (which is a big deal for a newly ordained priest), I will still be learning, and I will still be honing my skills as a priest. Just like any job, the more you do something the more comfortable you become and the better you become at it (I am really hoping that is the case for chanting!).
We also have so much work to do to rebuild after COVID and I am invested in that rebuilding process, not only for the Children’ Ministry, Youth Ministry, and Canterbury (college-aged ministry at Furman), but also for St. James as a whole. This re-building process is not just a 6-month or a one-year or even a several year process, it is going to take time. At times it can be scary, and I have to remind myself about the exciting opportunities we have to re-build and re-think things. I plan to be with you all every step of the way as we figure out what all the various ministries at St. James are going to look like going forward. That will take creative thinking, patience, being willing to build the airplane as we fly it and re-evaluate things as we are going along. Also, being willing to take baby steps and realize that some things might be worth really focusing on while letting go of other things for the time being. My hope is that we will re-envision and re-build St. James together.
We all have that place that we consider holy ground. Now, I am not talking about our wonderful church, St. James, although indeed, it is holy ground. I am talking about a place that is special to you or your family, and when you are there, you feel the presence of God. It may be the beach house your family has gone to every year since you can remember or the mountain house that your family has owned or a beautiful garden, or even the serenity of your own backyard. That place you can go to in the midst of everything going on in the world and know you will experience God and be wrapped in God’s presence. Some people call them thin spaces, a place in which the space between heaven and earth becomes so thin, and you feel you can almost reach out and touch heaven and the heavenly realm, where the distance between heaven and earth collapses.
While I have several spaces that I consider holy ground, the most special of these and the most precious to me is Sewanee. Sewanee has been in my blood since before I was born. Both my grandfather and my father attended undergraduate there. And I always knew I was destined to carry on the family legacy. The first time I set foot on the campus, in my ninth-grade year, I fell in love. And while I did apply and was accepted to enter the freshman class in the fall of 1992, I decided to attend Converse College. I knew then, if not for my undergraduate degree, I was meant to attend seminary there. I knew I was meant to continue the family legacy. And in the Fall of 2018, I had that chance. I have always talked about continuing the family legacy with a bit of a twist. You see, I am the third generation to attend Sewanee, but the first female to attend in my family and the first to attend The School of Theology.
Words cannot describe how I feel when I enter the gates of The Domain. In my first letter to Bishop Waldo after I started seminary and almost every letter afterward, I talked about having to pinch myself getting to drive by All Saints’ Chapel every day, often multiple times a day. For three years, I had the amazing experience of walking on the sidewalks my father and grandfather walked and sat in All Saints’ Chapel as they did. Sewanee, in so many ways, is holy ground for me. A place where even in all the midst of my studies and preparations to become a deacon and then a priest, that I felt God’s presence, not only Chapel of the Apostles or All Saints, but in the very ground on which I stood, walked, and hiked. As I sat in Abbo’s Alley and watched the fish in the pond. I had the amazing experience of watching the fog roll up the mountain at Green’s View. As I hiked the Perimeter Trail, first in sections and then as a whole with classmates. As I sat out at Memorial Cross and felt the breeze and sunshine on my face. As I watched the leaves change and experienced how much like Narnia certain places on campus can become with enough snow under the right conditions. As I watched the baby goats be born and grown up. As I gathered and fellowshipped with my classmates and friends. As we shared our hopes and dreams and prayed for one another as we made our transitions off the Holy Mountain.
This week, I am in Sewanee for the School of Theology’s Alumni lectures. As soon as I entered the gates, I realized how much I missed it, even after only being away for three months. Unfortunately, I do not have much extra time to hike or even just sit on this trip. This is a quick trip. I realized that this place is where I need to come back often for rest, rejuvenation, prayer, and retreat. It is a profoundly spiritual and grounding place. A thin space where you feel like you can reach out and touch the heavens.
I am excited to finally officially be in Greenville and at St. James. As much as I loved my three years at Sewanee, it is good to be home, back in the Upstate of South Carolina. My first couple of weeks and my first couple of Sundays have been wonderful. I cannot thank you all enough for the warm welcome over the past couple of months. I have appreciated all the emails and people taking time to introduce themselves to me. I look forward to continuing to meet people and I am sure there will be many ways that we will be able to do that outside of Sunday morning.
When I visited on June 6, the first thing Father Stephen said to me was, “Welcome home!” I truly felt like I have come home, which is an amazing feeling considering June 6 was the first time I met Father Stephen in person, the first time I met you all in person, and the first time I walked into the building. Seminary is an interesting time, even though I still had my sponsoring parish, I really felt like I did not have a church home. It is unsettling, as it is supposed to be so I could begin to move on from my sponsoring parish. But as someone who has only had a handful of church homes in her life, it was a challenge. It is fun and a great experience to worship at different Episcopal churches, but it is hard not to have that anchor to keep me grounded.
Many of you have asked questions to get to know me better and I welcome them as a chance to share my story with you all. I was born and raised in Jacksonville, Florida. I grew up at St. Mark’s Episcopal Church. My mom still is a member there, so when I go and visit, that is where I attend church. My earliest memory of church is sitting in the balcony with my parents, my brother, godparents, and godbrothers and sisters. I also have very distinct memories of singing in the Children’s Choir, especially for Feast Days. I was an acolyte from 7th to 12th grades. The cross I wear most often was given to me my Senior Year in high school on Baccalaureate Sunday for my service as an acolyte. I was also very involved in EYC all throughout junior high and high school. My youth years were incredibly formative and important in my call to the priesthood, so much so that my clergy presenter at my ordination to the Transitional Diaconate was the priest who oversaw the Youth Group, Rev. Eric Kahl.
I have been in South Carolina (minus the three years at Sewanee) since the Fall of 1992, when I went to college at Converse. I majored in Psychology and Religion and loved my four years of college. I have a wonderful group of friends and we have been with each other through thick and thin, through the joys and challenges of life. During college, I was involved in Canterbury Club, which was a joint effort between Wofford, Converse, and USC Upstate. I attended The Episcopal Church of the Advent and helped with their Jr. EYC group. While at Converse I met Matt, who was attended Wofford at the time. We married right after I graduated from Converse. We first lived in Anderson for a couple of years while Matt was completing his PhD in Analytical Chemistry. We then moving back to Spartanburg. I taught preschool, did Youth Ministry for a while at two different United Methodist Churches, and eventually settled down into higher education, working at Converse in Institutional Advancement and then Admissions, and then Admissions at Wofford.
Aside from spending some time in the United Methodist Church, we also took some time to explore other denominations, eventually landing back in The Episcopal Church at St. Christopher’s in Spartanburg. Although I had long felt the call to ordained ministry, I also wrested with my call. While it took a while for me to get fully engaged at St. Christopher’s and much of it happened in phases, I eventually ended up ringing in the Bell Choir, Lectoring, Chalicing, Verging, Chairing the Worship Committee, being elected Senior Warden, and Chairing a Search Committee. Each of those ministries would fill the hole for a while and I would be satisfied for a while, but God and my call kept pulling at me. At the same time, I also began to realize that while although I loved my job at Wofford, I loved the people I worked with, and I loved working on a college campus, I wasn’t really using all my God given gifts and talents. The closest I would come to it is calming a parent, a student, or a guidance counselor, letting them know things were going to be OK, we would work with them, if they were making to effort to get things for the application file to us in a timely manner.
God must of have gotten tired of my struggling and decided it was time to send me an engraved invitation in the form of two priests. Rev. Jim Trimble, who St. Christopher’s called as Vicar in May of 2015. I was on the team that made the visit to Kentucky to see him, hear him preach, and meet his family. I realized from that moment on, if we called Father Jim, I would be challenged merely by his presence. The second one is Rev. Eric Kahl. I had not seen him in 15 years when we saw each other in June of 2015 in Jacksonville when I was visiting shortly after we called Father Jim. One of the last conversations we had, Father Eric looked at me and asked me why I wasn’t a priest yet and then told me that he always knew I had been called and that as soon as Father Jim was officially on board at St. Christopher’s, I needed to have a conversation with him.
I began discernment at St. Christopher’s Episcopal Church in the Fall of 2015. I applied to enter the formal discernment process through The Diocese of Upper South Carolina in September of 2016. After being married 21 years, Matt unexpectedly died, and I had to put my discernment process on hold for a little while. In January of 2018, I was given permission by Bishop Waldo to attend seminary. Shortly afterward, I applied to and then visited The School of Theology at The University of the South (Sewanee) and was accepted into the Class of 2021.
My time at Sewanee was amazing. I not only soaked up the academics and the spiritual life, but the time of fellowship with my classmates, fellow seminarians, and professors. I also took advantage of being in such a beautiful and sacred space and did a good bit of hiking. While I checked off many Sewanee bucket list items, my favorite by far was hiking the 21-mile Perimeter Trail with classmates right before graduation. Sewanee was a wonderfully supportive environment to complete my Master of Divinity degree, begin preparing for ordination and ordained ministry, and continue to heal and work through the grief process. I graduated from The School of Theology on May 16 and was ordained as a Transitional Deacon on June 9 at Trinity Cathedral in Columbia.
inI moved from Sewanee to Greenville at the beginning of July and am in the slow process of getting settled in. While my home office is still a mess as all the unpacked boxes are in there, my kitchen, dining area, living room, and bedrooms are pretty much settled. So, I can cook a meal, I have a place to sit and eat, I have TV and internet, I have a place to sleep, and I know where most of my clothes are. I am grateful to Father Stephen for giving me the time and space to settle and make sure I could find everything I needed for my first day in the office and more importantly my first Sunday (and yes there's a story there). My dogs, Beau and JJ have not yet joined me, but I am hoping they will very soon.
I am thrilled to be a part of the St. James family and I look forward to sharing more of my story as well as hearing your stories and the story of St. James. I look forward to serving in ministry with you all.