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Arts Education Amidst a Pandemic
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Breath of Freedom: Rural and Migrant Ministry’s Summer Overnight Leadership Camp
Campus Ministry Across the Diocese
Confirmands Get Creative
Covid on (and Off) Campus
Developing The Next Generation of Leaders
Diocesan Protocols for Covid 19 Now Mirror Those of the State of New York
Episcopal Charities Receives $1 Million Anonymous Donation
Episcopal Futures Learning Communities Launched at Pentecost
Grace Year: In Preparation for Leadership for the Common Good
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Jonathan Daniels Pilgrims Reflect
Kelly Latimore: Iconographer of a New Imago Dei
Make Space to Let the Children Lead Us
Mission of Our Youth: Poverty in New York
New Executive Director for Episcopal Charities
New Youth Grantmaking Board at Christ’s Church, Rye
Palm Sunday Hospitality with 10- and 11-Year-Olds
Pennoyer Appointed Head of Grace Church School
PPP Loans: Reminder to Congregations to Apply for Loan Forgiveness if You Qualify
Prayers from Our Hearts
Report from the St. Margaret’s and St. Luke’s Branches of the Girls’ Friendly Society
Seeing Past the Horizon
The Journey
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Video Hit: St. James’ children’s ministries series Did You Know?
Voices Heard: A Diocese Explores Pathways Toward Reparations
We Need All Ages
When I Was a Child: The Beginnings of Faith
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How do I feel, you ask me?

How do I feel?

My world’s become surreal.

I’m adrift, worried, confused, alone.

Oh, there’s plenty of conversation, plenty of laughter

back and forth, to and fro across my phone.

And seemingly never-ending texts dance upon the screens of all my devices.

But Lord… I want a hug.

Soon I’ll learn to Zoom, maybe even Skype.

I know facial expressions will be stilted, images ghostly.

Transmission will falter, sound will stutter.

Still, it’s better than not seeing dear faces at all. Right?

Lord… I want a hug.

My husband, under Hospice care, quarantined in a nursing home…

Will I ever see him again, hold his hand?

Does he miss me? Can he understand?

Parkinson’s and dementia have already been robbing us.


has sounded the death knell.