I often tell people that one of the many things I love about Redeemer is the fact that every time I walk in the door, I grow.  That is such a gift, one I have never experienced at any other church of which I have been a part.  When I reflect on my five years here, I am amazed at the changes I see in myself and how strong my faith has become.  I would often wonder what I was being prepared for as my sedate, drama-free life didn’t really call upon me to have a strong faith to see me through.

Almost three years ago, David and Cristina approached me about taking on a new part-time role here at Redeemer as Director of Children’s Ministries.  I was flattered to be asked, and I wanted to give back to this place that has given so much to me, so I agreed even though nothing in my experience of teaching high schoolers Algebra seemed to indicate that I would have any idea how to develop and implement programming to teach young children about our faith.  And truth be told, most days I walked into the Children’s Ministries office and prayed, “Help me, Holy Spirit.”  The Spirit always seemed to show up to help me serve the families of our parish.

What I didn’t expect was how the experience would change me.  Any educator can tell you that when you are planning effective instruction, the key is to focus on the learning target.  What do you want the student to understand and what is the best way to make that knowledge stick?  What in their experience can you build on to lead them to that understanding?  How can they apply it in a meaningful way?

What I wanted to communicate to our children is that they are beloved children of God, created in the image of God and that God is good.  I wanted them to know that we are a family here at Redeemer, they are an important, integral part of that family and they have gifts and talents to help them to serve here and out in the world.  Every day, they are an agent of God’s love and light when they go out into the world being kind and helping those in need.

I have become aware through my time in this position that even though I could give lip service to those ideas, I didn’t really “know” them.  As I kept returning my focus back to these learning targets each week, they began to take root down in the deepest part of myself.

You may already know that in March my Daddy died quite unexpectedly.  He was the caregiver of the love of his life for 56 years, my 93-year old, wheelchair-bound Momma.  I was their only child although I am blessed to have an older sister from Momma’s first marriage who along with all her children and grandchildren have taken on the role of being very involved in Momma’s care at the nursing home we have found for her.  My part for the moment is to clear out their house and deal with all the many details that come up in times of change such as these.

Because of these obligations, I am no longer able to serve Redeemer as Director of Children’s Ministries, and David has accepted my resignation.   I am so grateful to all of you who have stepped in for our children at my sudden departure.  And I am also grateful to my Redeemer family for helping me grow and for giving me the opportunity to learn and to really know that I know that I know that I am a beloved child to God, created in God’s image with gifts and talents to share here and out in the world as an agent of God’s love and light.  And that God is good.  Always.  My prayer is that you will all know that too.

I look forward to seeing you all again when I can return from Texas and resume my original role here as your fellow parishioner.

Blessings and love,


Dear Folks,

It is with great pleasure that I introduce to you The Rev. Freda Marie Brown, who will join us in June as one of our new associate rectors.  Freda Marie was born in Greenville, Mississippi and went to college at Xavier University of Louisiana, graduating with a degree in medical technology.  For 21 years she served as a clinical laboratory director at St. Paul’s Medical Center in Dallas, Texas.  Sensing a call to another dimension of health care, she earned a Master’s degree in Theological Studies at SMU, and then served as a palliative care chaplain in hospice and hospital settings for 7 years.  Her deepening call to healing ministries led Freda Marie to further discernment, and she was ordained a priest in the Diocese of Dallas in 2010.  She served as the Associate Rector of the Episcopal Church of the Annunciation in Lewisville for 5 years.

In 2014, Freda Marie was called to be the executive director of St. Vincent’s House, in Galveston.  Founded in 1954 as an outreach ministry of an African American episcopal parish, St. Vincent’s House provides medical, dental, and vision care, mental health services, physical rehab, and speech therapy for underserved and disadvantaged residents of Galveston.  In her three years there, Freda Marie brought structure and good management to the organization, strengthening their programs and fiscal health.  She also stirred up the Spirit:  “Hope is an action at St. Vincent’s House,” she reports, where we lead our “friends into new life, never giving up and never giving in.”  After a year as a Bishop’s fellow, she has been the interim rector of All Saints in Stafford, Texas.

Freda Marie moved me, and the parishioners who advised me in the search, with her profound listening skills.  “She has such a huge heart,” said one member of the committee.  “We were in a noisy restaurant, eating and talking over lunch,” said another, “and Freda Marie made me feel like I was the only person in the room.”  “Her pastoral skills are just immense,” offered a third person.”  “I would trust Freda Marie with the most vulnerable person at her most tender moment.”  The staff was immediately drawn to her—we laughed and cried our way through the interview—and by the afternoon, Cristina and I sat with Freda Marie and found ourselves envisioning how we might form a team together.  In that conversation, Freda Marie asked us what we needed, which I believe is predictive of the gift she will be to this community.

Freda Marie’s title will be Associate for Spirituality, and while each of the priests on the staff will share the responsibilities of preaching, teaching, and pastoral care, she will particularly focus on the following areas: lead organizer of Pastoral Care, small group fellowship and support (altar guild, knitting, Tuesday group, women’s group, men’s group, lay Eucharistic ministers, readers, ushers, etc.), Contemplative prayer, Healing and wellness (pastoral care team, St. Luke’s ministry), Sacred space for grace, and ministry to retirement communities.

We are so lucky that Freda Marie has said, “Yes!” to Redeemer and Baltimore.  I want to thank the members of the advisory committee, who with me read resumes, conducted interviews, hosted candidate visits, and prayed lots of prayers.  They are Cynthia Terry, David Frisch, Judy Ulrich, Paul Harner, Stephanie Hurter Brizee, Brandon Berkeley, Anna Von Lunz, Jen Hobbins, Ted Winstead, and Mary DeKuyper.

As I write this letter, I do not yet have definitive news on the other search for an associate rector.  Please keep that process in your prayers!

We have so much to be thankful for at Redeemer.

Love, David

What are your most memorable experiences, of fire? Are they over campfires, perhaps as a child? Warming yourself by the fireplace in a living room? Or simply sitting by candlelight and staring into the flame?

The year I lived in Israel, a wildfire broke out on the mountain down from the monastery where I was staying. From the windows of the main guest house, you could see the smoke rising. Other volunteers, who were living in small huts between the guest house and where the fire had broken out, became engaged in trying to keep it from spreading. It was a hot, dry summer afternoon.

Eventually the fire was more or less contained, but because of the intense dry heat, other bushes, olive and carob trees, and shrubbery close by continued to smoke. Some would spontaneously burst into flame. We all watched vigilantly for these smaller, spontaneous fiery outbursts and would dash immediately to them, to put them out as quickly as possible; it felt like an eerie, surreal game of whackamole.

Prior to that afternoon, my experience of fire had always been pleasurable, domestic and tame. That day, for the first time, I encountered something entirely different: a living, awesome and awful creature, unpredictable, powerful, and frightening, capable of consuming anything in its path, be it trees, houses, people, and yes, even ancient, hallowed cathedrals.

I later learned from a friend of mine, a wildland firefighter, that fires are also a natural part of many forest ecosystems and can actually serve to renew and invigorate them. She herself had helped with several prescribed fires or “burns” as a way of managing and caring for forests in Colorado. Forests recover from fires through the germination of seeds stored in the forest floor; in fact, some tree species, like certain pines, actually need the high temperature of a fire for their seeds to be freed from the resinous bond that seals them closed.

So fires have both the power to destroy and to help bring forth new life.

This Saturday at the Easter Vigil, our first service of Easter, we will light the Paschal Fire; it is from this fire that our Paschal candle — the big, white, stand-alone candle brought out for every baptism and every funeral or memorial service — will be lit. As we light the Paschal fire, we will pray these words:

“O God, through your Son you have bestowed upon your people the brightness of your light: Sanctify this new fire, and grant that in this Paschal feast we may so burn with heavenly desires, that with pure minds we may attain to the festival of everlasting light.”

As we pray these words, I will be praying for our brothers and sisters in Paris and Roman Catholics around the world, that the Holy Spirit may inspire them with new life and hope. I will also be praying that each of us, through the celebration of Easter, may find our faith rekindled and reinvigorated, so together we may truly be Christ’s living body, here and now, helping to heal that which is broken in our precious world.


I love good poetry. Not the vapid stuff of greeting cards, but meaty, thoughtful, challenging poetry that pulls me toward new understandings. As a poet friend wrote in one of her hymns, I want poetry to “capsize my mind”, to have my preconceptions, my current ideas, all my interpretations dumped all over the floor. In their place, then, I have room for new ideas, new appreciations, new comprehensions.

I also love good music. Not the insipid jingles of TV commercials, but well-crafted works whose phrases, sometimes jagged, sometimes filled with longing, other times bursting with joy, pull me in new directions. Perhaps this is why I love church music, because much of it is a marriage of profound poetry with deeply moving music. This unique marriage creates an even stronger pull toward new insights. As a recent journal article put it “It is simply that imagery presented in melody, meter and rhyme commits itself to the memory and imagination more readily than prose ever will”.

In the Passion narrative, which we will hear on Good Friday, Jesus says to Pilate “For this I was born, and for this I have come into the world, to bear witness to the truth”. If ever there was a person who capsized the minds of those he encountered, it was Jesus. He was constantly dumping their preconceptions, their ideas, their interpretations all over the floor and presenting them with new ways of thinking, of acting, of living. He challenged them to open their minds and hearts to Truth.

As we enter this Holiest of weeks, I invite you pay attention to the poetry which is sung in hymns and choral music, to listen to the sometimes jagged, sometimes longing, sometimes exuberant melodies and harmonies, and let them “capsize your mind”. I encourage you to sweep away the clutter that has been dumped-out, and create room for new understanding. As we listen to the stories and the liturgical music of Holy Week, may our minds and hearts be opened to Truth and our lives transformed.


Dear Folks,

In an exciting move toward accessibility, the Vestry authorized in February the construction of an elevator which will provide entry to multiple levels of our building.  Located in the vestibule to the right of the stage and the parish hall, the elevator will enable individuals who have trouble navigating stairs to take part in programs in the Women’s Council Room, Baker Room, on the stage and more.  Ironically, houses of worship are exempt from Americans with Disabilities Act (ADA) requirements, but Redeemer leaders felt strongly the moral responsibility to welcome everyone to participate more fully in our ministries.  Here’s how we came to the decision:

In a conversation about stewardship, I introduced the Greek word for household, oikos, which is the root of the words economy, ecology, and ecumenical.  In this context, economics describes the action of arranging and managing what is necessary for the well-being of a system.  Moving beyond numbers, we focused on the people within a system and what they need to function and thrive.  I asked everyone to consider the various households they are part of—home, Redeemer, Baltimore—and to further embrace our ability to respond to the needs of each. “Responsibility,” I suggested, is not a burden, but an opportunity; it literally means “the ability to respond” which invites us to assess our capacities and act for the good of the whole.  I asked us to consider Redeemer as a place of nourishment and healing for parishioners, community partners, and the city we love, and to think especially of folks who struggle for meaning and life-giving community.  Our work, I suggested, is to make the functioning of these households better than we found them.

Clearly our ability to respond to these various “household needs” depends on the health of our finances, and Redeemer is in an extraordinary place, as I write to you.  Our pledge goal for 2019 was $1.375 million, and to date 423 pledges have been received for a total of $1,412,000.  The Heritage Fund, whose income is restricted to the care of buildings and grounds, is valued at $3.381 million.  The endowment, which contributes a 4.7% draw to the operating budget (down from a 5% draw in 2015 and moving to a 4.5% draw by 2021) stands at $6.162 million.  Moreover, attendance has grown steadily in the past four years, even as we have buried a number of our old friends.  The Parish Day School again has waiting lists for many of its classes, and soon I will be able to announce the names of our new clergy associates.  I believe our vitality is a reflection of our commitment to serve.

In a unanimous decision, the Vestry authorized utilizing up to $400,000 from the endowment to build an elevator which can accommodate a person in a wheelchair plus an attendant and a companion.  They endorsed enthusiastically our capacity to respond to this pastoral need of the community.  Yesterday, the Buildings and Grounds committee chose A.R. Marani, Inc. from five bidders, with a base bid of $325,000.  Even with contingencies for unexpected surprises, the total cost will be well under the approved limit.  When word leaked out that we were moving toward building an elevator, a financial gift appeared on my desk, with a note hoping others might also respond.  If making our buildings accessible in this way moves you, too, I would welcome your help.

A poem I discovered this Lent ends this way: Blessed are those who carry, for they shall be lifted.  Thank you for all you do to be the body of Christ in the world.  I am glad to be building the household of God in Baltimore with you.