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My Restau-rant

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Welcome to Moe’s!
I am sorry to inform the franchise owners, and my husband, that I will no longer be dining at Moe’s. Sorry Honey.
It is my husband’s favorite restaurant. This is because he can get a salad there with all his favorite toppings: fresh lettuce, black beans, grilled tofu and mushrooms and chipotle ranch dressing. He loves this salad so much that he will eat it three times a week.
But as far as I can tell, this taco bar queen ain’t what she used to be. You have to play your cards just right and be very patient to get your order the way you want it these days.  Three new Moe’s franchises that we’ve been to recently have disappointment me.  The staff seem either under trained or just plain stupid.  One girl got very angry with me when I asked for a bit more cheese once. But lately, I just feel blown off by the staff, like getting my order right is the last thing they care about. I am either rushed through line or made to wait.  The music is often so loud I cannot hear the pers…

Laughing at Strangers, a Proper 6A sermon

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Proper 6A, 2017 Genesis 18:1-15, (21:1-7) Romans 5:1-8 Matthew 9:35-10:8(9-23) The Rev. Kathy Kelly Dunagan All Saints, Norton
I was quite taken by the story yesterday (6-17-17) of 35-year-old Patrick Hale of Murfreesboro, Tennessee who was called a hero for helping police arrest two Georgia fugitives on Friday evening. Did you see this story? The fugitives escaped from prison in Georgia on Tuesday and killed two law enforcement officers before leading police on an intrastate man hunt all week and at least one high speed chase which included shooting at police. The convicts had invaded another home in the area and stolen that couple’s car after tying them up and stealing food and a car from them. They threatened the couple as they left telling them they had nothing to lose and that they expected to be dead within 24 hours. I guess that meant they were planning suicide by cop if they got cornered. They took that couple’s car and police caught up with them ensuing the high speed chase. The fu…
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Listening for The Good Shepherd's Call Easter 4A, 2017 Acts 2:42-47 1 Peter 2:19-25 
John 10:1-10 O God, whose Son Jesus is the good shepherd of your people: Grant that when we hear his voice we may know him who calls us each by name, and follow where he leads; who, with you and the Holy Spirit, lives and reigns, one God, for ever and ever. Amen.There is a story about an Easter pageant at a Christian school. The little boy had just one line in the play it was “He’s not here, he is risen.”  He must have been playing one of the angels depending on which version they were doing. But the little boy was nervous and excited and not sure he could remember his line and the teacher and his mom were there helping him. (Here’s my chance for a shout out to all those moms since I won’t be here next week. Thank you for everything, including helping us get through scary stuff like school plays!) So the little boy practiced, and practiced, “He’s not here, he is risen,” “He’s not here, he is risen,” a…

On Methodist grandmothers, Episcopal ordination and theology discussed over a pitcher of beer.

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Maw Maw died the same day I was confirmed. I have often thought she meant to spite me. I came from Methodists, staunch Methodists. There were two Methodist bishops in Maw Maw’s lineage and as far as she was concerned, Methodism was the only way to follow Jesus. So, when I decided to seek out my discipleship in the Episcopal Church, I didn’t tell Maw Maw. I was in seminary – as a Methodist.  It was not a good time to change horses. I could say that the reason for my conversion was that I was called to The Episcopalian Way, and this would be true, but mostly it was because I thought the Episcopalian seminarians were so cool. These were the smart ones, they took challenging classes and every Wednesday the entire group (which was small in our Methodist seminary) would celebrate the Holy Eucharist together, then walk over to the pub and discuss theology over a pitcher of beer. I wanted to be like them. It wasn’t the beer, it was the way that gathered. No one judged, no one squabbled, no o…

Ben Bullington Memorial

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This post is the manuscript of a sermon from the memorial service for Ben Bullington that was held at St. John’s Episcopal Church, Roanoke, VA this morning, the church where Ben grew up.He was an amazing man, according to his obituary and eulogies done by two of his siblings.It was a lovely service and I was honored to be a part of it.My husband was on the bulletin to preach but I felt moved to tell the story of my unlikely encounter with Ben, five days after he died.It is a brief sermon and worth the time to dig through to the story of this encounter and what I learned from it, about Ben and about myself.Peace.
December 28, 2013 Memorial Service for Benjamin Parrott Bullington St. John’s, Roanoke Psalm 121 1 Corinthians 13:1-13 Rev. Kathy Dunagan
I am not The Rev. Dr. Joe Dunagan.I am, in fact, The Rev. Mrs. Rev. Dr. Joe Dunagan, a.k.a. Kathy.Joe and I have both written homilies for today and we decided to use mine because I have a story I want to share with you. Though this is a homily, …

Saint Nicholas Trophies

Yesterday I saw a decapitated deer carcass by the side of the road of my commute. Deer carcasses are sadly a frequency by the rural roads I travel to work, but the vehicle that may or may not have caused the death of this buck did not decapitate him. His head had been severed by a human. This was obvious to me, even in a glance. Who would do this for a trophy and leave behind the remains like so much trash for someone else to clean up? I was left pondering such trophy hunting and remembering concern for elephants, gorillas and other victims of massacre. Then I had to ask myself what kind of trophies I seek. I had a friend once who collected Santas. Her home was decorated for Christmas with such abundance of beauty that one couldn’t help but feel delighted and invited to express the joy of the season. She had a Christmas tree in every room of her Victorian gingerbread house. Each room had a theme, and my favorite was the Santa room. The tree in this room had only Santa Clause ornament…

Relational Repentance, A Sermon

“Because without you we are not able to please you, mercifully grant that your Holy Spirit may in all things direct and rule our hearts.” (Collect of the Day) Today’s readings are about repentance. We must first change ourselves before we can make change in the world. In today’s readings, Moses and God dialogue on Mt. Sinai, Jesus tells parables about finding things lost, and the lovely Psalm 51, which is only otherwise used in the lectionary on Ash Wednesday, is a chance for us to recite our plea with God to find us and bring us home in spite of our sinfulness. We think of repentance as that thing we do once with God in order to become saved in the first place and maybe something we do when we catch ourselves backsliding as an effort to make amends with God and neighbor, but I think it is more an ongoing part of our daily life in relationship with God and each other. The coin did not repent, and it also didn’t get itself lost in the first place.The lost sheep that Jesus told of may have…