Why I Am a Christian: Probably Not for the Reasons You ThinkBy Abbot-Bishop Brian Ernest Brown, CWC I am a Christian, but not for the reasons many would assume. I am not a Christian because I was raised in a religious home. I wasn’t. My family claimed the word Baptist,…
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Poetry, Prose & Prayer
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Vespers at Dusk
Vespers at DuskBy Abbot Bishop Brian Ernest Brown, CWC The day releases its labor,kneeling in rose and ashen graceinto the waiting dark. Branches lift their thin handssilent cantors lifting prayersupon the dimming sky. The wind whispers the ancient office,and every leaf, though fallen,keeps the chant of praise. Here, all striving…
Faith, Conscience & Common Good
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Following the Prince of Peace
Following the Prince of Peace By Abbot Bishop Brian Ernest Brown, CWC “Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called children of God.” — Matthew 5:9 Beloved in Christ, When we call Jesus the Prince of Peace, we invoke more than a comforting title; we proclaim a truth about…
Coworkers of Christ
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A Consecration I Didn’t Seek, and the Grace I Found
On the Feast of St. Kevin of Glendalough, nineteen years ago today, June 3, 2006, I was consecrated to the episcopacy and made a bishop within the Free Catholic tradition. It was a day marked by equal measures of challenge and grace, shadow and blessing. The truth is, the day…
Highways, Byways & Hedges
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Meet Peregrine: Notes from the Trail
Meet Peregrine: Notes from the Trail By +Brian Ernest Brown, CWC Meet Peregrine a 2017 Giant Escape City, my new bike. Named after St. Peregrine the Martyr who refused to worship the emperor. (Today’s Trump) Named after St. Peregrine of Auxerre due to his Champagne color. Named after the Peregrine Falcon…
Reflections, Musings & Meanderings
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The Garden Before Grace
The Garden Before Grace By +Brian Ernest Brown, CWC Twenty-seven years ago, on a Summer Solstice long ago, I completed my third-degree initiation within the Wiccan tradition and took vows that felt, at the time, both solemn and eternal. It was a night of deep symbolism and sacred friendship, celebrated…
Reflections, Musings & Meanderings
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The Work of St. Martin’s Lent: The Blessing of the Kindling
I awoke to a cold, drizzly, blue, mist-soaked morning here on Bear Mountain, and immediately two thoughts rose up in me. First, we have entered what I’ve long called the “blue time of the year”, not only in terms of how the season settles on the spirit, but in the…