Andrew's Net

Catching your attention and connecting the world

a space for prayers, stories, poems, and offerings that forge community.  Submissions welcome.

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Yes there is fear.

Yes there is isolation.

Yes there is panic buying.

Yes there is sickness.

Yes there is even death.


They say that in Wuhan after so many years of noise

You can hear the birds again.

They say that after just a few weeks of quiet

The sky is no longer thick with fumes

But blue and grey and clear.

They say that in the streets of Assisi

People are singing to each other

across the empty squares,

keeping their windows open

so that those who are alone

may hear the sounds of family around them.

They say that a hotel in the West of Ireland

Is offering free meals and delivery to the housebound.

Today a young woman I know

is busy spreading fliers with her number

through the neighbourhood

So that the elders may have someone to call on.

Today Churches, Synagogues, Mosques and Temples

are preparing to welcome

and shelter the homeless, the sick, the weary

All over the world people are slowing down and reflecting

All over the world people are looking at their neighbours in a new way

All over the world people are waking up to a new reality

To how big we really are.

To how little control we really have.

To what really matters.

To Love.

So we pray and we remember that

Yes there is fear.

But there does not have to be hate.

Yes there is isolation.

But there does not have to be loneliness.

Yes there is panic buying.

But there does not have to be meanness.

Yes there is sickness.

But there does not have to be disease of the soul

Yes there is even death.

But there can always be a rebirth of love.

Wake to the choices you make as to how to live now.

Today, breathe.

Listen, behind the factory noises of your panic

The birds are singing again

The sky is clearing,

Spring is coming,

And we are always encompassed by Love.

Open the windows of your soul

And though you may not be able

to touch across the empty square,


– Fr. Richard Hendrick, OFM March 13th 2020







August 2, 2020


  Today's sermon is about various kinds of banquets, and what food really satisfies, Find the Zoom recording here but you may need a password and I've forgotten how to edit them, so here's the automatically generated one:  Password: *q5.3yrx.  Sorry for inconvenience.


August 2, 1924

is also James Baldwin's birthday.  I'm rereeading Go Tell it on the Mountain and find it especially poignant in light of Isabel Wilkerson's The Warmth of Other Suns, where she follows three families out of the South during the Great Migration (about which I learned exactly nothing in school, but the the flight from the agrarian South because of entrenched racism and cruelty shaped all Northern cities.  


July 31, 2020

Happy Birthday Harry Potter!  

Values of friendship, loyalty, courage, love, and committed action against prejudice and oppression are always relevant--as are interoffice memos delivered as paper airplanes!!




July 26, 2020


The Spirit of God and coming of God's Reign: 

 Here's today's worship service, which is about 50 minutes.

 And an audio file of just the gospel and sermon,

         about 20 minutes (a little longer than usual)

 And then the slide presentation that went with the sermon.  

 This week for whatever reason passwords don't seem necessary!!!


July 23, 2020

Here's a poem by Alla Renee Bozarth, one of the first women ordained in the Episcopal Church, who writes poems and reflects on her experiences in ways that illumine many other people's, in honor of this week's gospel.


Bakerwoman God,
I am your living bread.
Strong, brown Bakerwoman God,
I am your low, soft, and being-shaped loaf.

I am your rising bread,
well-kneaded by some divine
and knotty pair of knuckles,
by your warm earth hands.
I am bread well-kneaded.

Put me in fire, Bakerwoman God,
put me in your own bright fire.
I am warm, warm as you from fire.
I am white and gold, soft and hard,
brown and round.
I am so warm from fire.

Break me, Bakerwoman God.
I am broken under your caring Word.
Drop me in your special juice in pieces.
Drop me in your blood.
Drunken me in the great red flood.
Self-giving chalice swallow me.
My skin shines in the divine wine.
My face is cup-covered and I drown.

I fall up
in a red pool
in a gold world
where your warm
sunskin hand
in there to catch
and hold me.
Bakerwoman God,
remake me.

FromThis is My Body~ Praying for Earth, Prayers from the Heart, iUniverse 2004.



July 21, 2020


Inspiration seems to strike me in bursts rather than neat daily posts.  Last week I participated in a South African music workshop, where we learned how intimately music is woven into every aspect of many black South Africans' lives.  Work songs, protest songs, songs of struggle and lament, marriage and celebrations . . .
and today in Morning Prayer we celebrated the life of Albert John Mvumbi Luthuli, the first South African to receive the Nobel Peace Prize in recognition of his leadership in South Africa's non-violent struggle against apartheid.  
"Luthuli believed the struggle for civil rights was a Christian struggle and his participation and leadership grew out of his understanding of Christian discipleship. 'My own urge because I am a Christian, is to get into the thick of the struggle with other Christians, taking my Christianity with me and praying that it may be used to influence for good the character of the resistance.' When confronted by the South African government with an appeal to suspend his activism, Luthuli is reported to have said, 'The road to freedom is via the cross.'" (from Holy Women, Holy Men, celebrating the lives of the saints)


June 29, 2020


Always trying something new, here, I hope, are links to Zoom recordings of church on June 21 and June 28 (when Bishop Shin visited us virtually and preached).  They will be available until July 7.



June 21. What's so scary about being merciful?

Access Password: Godisgr8!


June 28:  Prophetic word and deed

Access Password: Godisgr8!











April 22, 2020

50 years of Earth Day celebrations--we have made some progress!  COVID restrictions are also cleaning our environment, let's pray that some of the useful habits of earth care continue.

Here's Evening Prayer from April 22, an interweaving of Stations of the Resurrection and prayers for the earth.

Our patron was a fisherman, brother to simon peter.  The tradition shares that jesus was walking along the sea of galilee, and he called andrew and peter to become "Fishers of people."  the nets andrew used in the context of making his living serve as a serendipitous metaphor in the inter'net' age of the 21st century.