Christoph Keller, III
June 15, 2014
My Aunt Theodosia died two weeks ago at the age of ninety-six. She had four children, twelve grandchildren, and twenty-nine great-grands. Every one of those forty-five descendants knew that on the morning of their birthday they would receive a call from “Dosia,” who would recite this birthday prayer:
Watch over thy child O Lord as her days increase (or his), bless and guide her wherever she may be, keeping her unspotted from the world. Strengthen her when she stands; comfort her when discouraged or sorrowful; raise her up if she fall; and in her heart may thy peace which passeth understanding abide all the days of her life.
I love that prayer, and I think it applies to churches too. On this Trinity Sunday, let it be our prayer for Trinity Cathedral. Read more…
Christoph Keller, III
March 9, 2014
First a disclosure in the interest of transparency in preaching. It takes me two weeks to write a sermon, and I preached last Sunday, so this will be an encore presentation, touched up just a little, of a sermon first given seven years ago. It is about the devil. Read more…
January 19, 2014
2nd Sun. after Epiphany (A)
In Isaiah, God said to his servant Israel: “I will give you as a light to the nations, that my salvation may reach to the ends of the earth.”
Likewise, God said to his servant, Trinity Cathedral: “I give you as a light to the city, that my salvation may reach from Saline County to the river, and from Scott to Lake Maumelle.”
I’ll start with a confession. It was Halloween night; the year, I think, was 1967. There was a ghost house at the Cathedral, fun for all ages. Morrison Hall was draped in cobwebs. The lights were out. Boys and girls with flashlights groped up and down the hallway from booth to booth. “Put your hand in this” a ghoul would say, a spaghetti-feeling bowl of guts; or: “Try one of these, you’ll like it,” so you did: a grapey-tasting eyeball. All well and good, but a little tame for me in the seventh grade, hormones rising. To spice things up, I weaponized a can of Christmas tree snow spray, replacing the nozzle with a spray head from an aerosol dispenser. The rig was accurate to ten feet. I laid in wait around the corner from the boys’ room, on the stairs. I heard a flush and waited for my victim to emerge—a Kilbury maybe, or Fred Meadors, or a Matthews. As the door came open, I jumped around the corner, opened fire and poured it on.
Four Sundays at Four
A Series of Concerts
Presented during the month of May 2013
At Trinity Episcopal Cathedral
Featuring some of Little Rock’s own finest musicians!
Sunday, May 26 at 4 p.m.
Suzanne Loerch, Mezzo Soprano
Stephen Feldman, cello
Naoki Hakatani, piano Read more…
If you would like to compete in the Gumbo Cook-Off please complete this registration form and return it to Morgan Jackson by February 8th. For more information contact the church office at 501-372-0294.